You can’t imagine how hard it has been to try and try and try and end up with a mess of dropped, crossed tangled up stitches. Imagine a dozen wet cats and a two year old with forks in your knitting…that is what it looked like. Couldn’t even manage a swatch becuase it involved to much counting and a modicom of skill…neither of which I could find in my brain.
Well, today. obviously which every corrupted files in my head uncorrupted themselves.
I feel just like Abbs on NCIS.