It seems there are advantages to feeling poorly an entire day. Sunday was one such day: Headache, feeling cold, knackered, hardly any appetite. Reading was impossible as I could read and re-read a paragraph three times and still not understand the words.
Instead, sewing proved possible. My sudoku grew and now begins to show what it’s about. With three of the nine blocks done one can – at least in close-up – see how the square containing 3 stripes changes position from block to block as do the other squares. It still to a certain extent feels like a mad or at least rather odd idea. It’s an idea that actually works.