There I was, enjoying my first afternoon back at Red with the Heidelberg Strikktreff when my husband walks in. Since I don’t live welded to my phone but rather leave it dropped in the bottom of my knitting bag of course I had missed the txt message and phone calls.
Something about dinner with friends at 1730. The early time being due to Maus having to be at work at the Dubliner at 2000.
But back to what is even more important than Thai food – namely knitting.