The Bridge on the River Kwai is on TCM this evening. Given that I simply cannot let the opportunity to watch Sir Alec Guinness go insane pass me by, I'll spend the evening watching and knitting. I believe I'll work on Swan Lake while I drink my tea and absorb a bit of British properness. (I think I will try to get 10 rows of Swan Lake knit each week until it's complete, otherwise it may languish in its little basket for months.)
It has also occurred to me that I do not have a tea cozy small enough for my little tea pot. That might be a good use for my first ball of lumpy handspun from years and years ago. I think I might even be able to find that ball of yarn fairly easily.