A sample of my dad's sense of humour!
I'm in the Frozen North having driven up today - my longest drive to date, quite proud of meself really - to be with my parents for a few days as Dad is just out of hospital. We're all quite tired so it's a short post today, but then I did know there would be short posts on occasion. I've brought my knitting but am rather kicking myself for having brought the circle sock as I still haven't figured out where the sixteenth stitch went. Possibly into an alternate dimension. The Sixteenth Stitch sounds like the title of a short story doesn't it? Or possibly something Catherine Cookson-esque..
It's not a Frozen North at all, it's a Bucketing Down North.
I'm off to read this:
There is always intriguingly obscure reading matter in this house!
2 comments:
Perhaps the stitch went wherever missing socks go....
Wishing your dad a good recovery. :)
Thanks Mrs M - it's been a bit scarey (he had a heart attack) but he's so much better now.
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