Darn

I had a days leave, partly in order to start preparations for another complicated trip south. I went up town for some messages but although I took a short cut through a pleasant little park that was new to me, I didn't notice a blip.

When I got back, one of the tasks that there is never time for at weekends was to mend a hole in the finger of the nice gloves that Mr H brought me back from Shetland. I thought at first I might be able to knit a repair, but it was altogether too fiddly on the finger end. I tried to find something that would fit inside the finger and hold it flat and ended up using.....my finger. It was quite tricky to darn and even more tricky to photograph with one hand!