Twenty & The Knitting

Twenty likes to sit wherever I am, or wherever there is stuff that belongs to me. She loves my knitting and sewing. She likes to chew the wool of my knitting until she's bitten right through it, so I often hide it under a cushion. Today she sat for over three hours on this cushion on the corner of the table just because it had my knitting underneath.

A few days ago a frame holding my first shoes got knocked off or hall wall and came apart. The bits have sat on the floor for days. Today I tried to put it back together and realised it had broken beyond repair. I know it's silly but I had to make a big effort not to cry. Not my finest hour.

I am re-reading Absolute Beginners.