Who is now singing do-do-do-do-doo? You're welcome for that. You could do worse than having John and Paul stuck in your head.
But you know what is better than the blokes singing about love? Receiving a surprise box full of it! The Lady was on the same wavelength with me apparently and packaged up a dozen or more skeins of sock yarn, decorated it with Chagall, Toulouse-Lautrec, and shiny shamrock stickers and sent it to me before I even posted about my shameful lack of wool. Karma? Cosmic connections? Knitterly intuition? You make me a believer Larkin!
Thank you, my generous and caring friend. Your gift moves me more than you know and you're right, the purple does call my name.