The other night Dr B told me to tun off my computer, grab some knitting and go to bed. I tell you, that sounded like the best idea I’d heard in a long time. But. But I didn’t have any suitable knitting. How grim is that?
I’m still battling with unpicking the beanie – it’s sticky yarn, hence the difficulty – but it’s too dark a colour to be doing it using only the dim bedside lamp. Also, the needles I might have used to cast on my new socks are in use for unpicking that very beanie. And I couldn’t think of anything else that tickled my fancy. I went to bed. Full stop. So, okay, call me a wimp.