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There’s nothing to this
knitting lark. Look I’ve knitted about
three feet of scarf! I can’t actually
stop because I don’t know how to cast off, but hopefully I’ll be initiated into
that mystery at knitting school tomorrow.
I can’t wait! Everyone will be
stunned and impressed by my scarf prowess.
I expect to be borne aloft shoulder high through the town by my class
mates, cocking a snook at the grumpy lady in the wool shop as we go past.
Last week, as the class
knitted and nattered, it became clear that there is one employee at the wool
shop who is universally loathed.
Unfortunately I was served by her when I bought my wool and
needles. As I hadn’t got a clue what to
buy I simpered on about how I was a new knitter and needed help. I expected a warm wooly welcome into the
knitting sisterhood, possibly involving fruit cake and being shown a secret
room full of adventurous tea cosies.
Instead she scowled, grunted and pointed me towards the scratchiest wool
in the shop.
Anyway soon I will finish the
scarf and I will need a new, more challenging project. Maybe something for the summer. How about this:
I’ll be the belle of the
beach.
It’s not just knitting that
I have mastered. I have an empty ironing basket (for the first time
this year). I even ironed the skirt with
the awkward pleats and the linen trousers which require ironing at about 1000
degrees to stand a chance of getting the creases out. I paid the price for my ironing smugness
though. I left a drawer open while
putting things away and Cyril (three-legged monster cat) did some rearranging
for me.
In other news Discombobulated Towers has become a crime scene. On Friday night a passing twonkhead smashed
one of our sitting room windows causing Cyril and I (who were sitting nearby) to
go into orbit. The police came out (it must have been a slow night for CSI Shrewsbury) and added insult to
injury by saying that Cyril was ‘chunky’.
Chunky? How dare they! We resisted the temptation of saying he’s a
great deal slimmer than a lot of policemen (even though it’s true).
So there you have it,
knitting, ironing and dastardly
deeds. The excitement never stops.