I'll post this here to avoid hijacking the thread .. .. .. .. .
An embarrassing moment .. .. .. .
My mother began her working life as an 'Under House Parlour something or other ' to the Bird family, of Bird's Custard fame; she eventually progressed to the grand title of 'Cook'. As children part of the regime she enforced was that all 5 children were taught to cook, clean etc and also to knit & sew. Indeed, I made a small fortune at university stitching buttons back on shirts etc for others who couldn't do it.
Fast forward to my first serious girlfriend, taken home for tea to meet her parents. We were later sat in front of a TV when girlfriend's mother suddenly let out a yell because the excitement of whatever we were watching had led her to pull the stitches off whatever she was knitting. After a struggle and a few choice words she threw knitting on the floor in disgust.
Being a polite boy, I picked it up for her and was surprised that I could see the remedy, and even more embarrassed when I was able to sit and repair the damage too.
Could I do it now ? You gotta be joking .. .. .. but brownie points at the time ? Boxfuls !!
MM