....but one was unable to contain oneself. One just had to knit sock... as a reward... because one has been so good, designing thousands of tea cosies.
Yes yes! That's what it is like.
It is like getting to 8 months in a pregnancy with only raspberry leaf tea to drink and deciding bugger it, it is time for a stout.
The baby is big and grown and almost ready to pop out.
A bloody great big glass of stout will be good for it.
Almost time for a book to have a life of it's own.
Ah! But is one advocating more sock knitting or more drinking?
If you are watching Master Murdoch: It was only for a night. These socks have been on the needles for months. They just needed finishing off. Truly Rooly.