I’ve am a knitting addict. It started small, in the distant recesses of memory – somewhere between the ages of five and seven. Then, the knitting stopped. And started again. And stopped. And started at 17 years, and has kept going. First ‘major’ project: golf club covers for my then-boyfriend. Then baby clothes – always baby clothes. So handy having a large family to knit for. Along the way, I realised how much I hate sewing, so taught myself how to knit in the round. Prefect for sewing avoidance! Then came the socks addiction – first a challenge, now just something I do. When all else fails, and I can’t think of what to give someone: I knit them socks. I hate going to meetings when I can’t knit. All that wasted time. There are projects I could be working on. If the cat allows, my happiest time is watching a doco on TV, knitting, while reading (thank goodness for the library’s eBooks collection – downloaded on my phone, which sits happily on the arm of my chair). And, yes, I can pay attention to all three.