Monday, March 16, 2009

Knit one, Purl one, Throw one

Harold peered into the darkness of Ada’s cellar. “Hello?” he said. “Is there anyone down there?” He waited three seconds before pulling the door.

“Dad! Don’t you dare!” Lucy appeared at the bottom of the steps, carrying a tapestry bag.

“That’s Mum’s old knitting bag,” said Harold. “It suits you, you know.”

“Thanks Dad.” Lucy pushed past him. “Gran? Can I have your old knitting bag?”

“Of course you can, love.” Ada smiled and patted her arm. “For a school project is it?”

“Something like that.” Lucy kissed her cheek, already calculating the aerodynamics of a number three knitting needle.


stephanie said...

Oh, she is clever, but then we knew that. :) Poor Harold when he finally realises just how clever.

Leatherdykeuk said...

He's going to feel humbled!

aims said...

Ditto what Stephanie said.

aims said...

Ahh! Come back this morning and I see you corrected 'purl'....whew! It seems to be a common mistake.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I was chastised via facebook!