About 20 years ago, a friend at work said I could never write a book about the things that happen in my life because no-one would ever believe it. So I didn't! Then earlier this week another friend said I should write down some of the funny/strange things that happen. So I will! I can't face writing a book so a blog seems the next best thing. I live in Bradford, West Yorkshire with my husband and son, just down the road from my daughter, son-in-law and grand-daughter, and across the Pennines from my sister.
It was my hubby's 60th birthday on Thursday and I had been secretly knitting him a scarf - he had been dropping subtle hints for some time that this was what he wanted. For some reason the scarf, when finally finished, will not lie flat. I got out the ironing board, pressed it twice, it just rolled up into a tube. I flattened it under heavy weights, it still rolled into a tube. I gave up and wrapped it in lovely shiny gift-wrap, flattening it as I went along, and put heavy books on top. Come the great present-opening ceremony on his birthday and what did he do - went hysterical at the sight of a long grey knitted tube! He thought it looked like a rope. We decided that if it looked too silly to wear, we could use it to lag the pipes. Bless him, he has worn it dutifully every day since then, so the pipes can freeze over! Now my son has asked me to knit him a scarf in the same yarn, different colour - green this time! How brave is that of him? Looks like the pipes may get lagged after all!
