If you drop a stitch and don’t see it drop, did it really drop?

‘Right, so we’re agreed: now that only 4 out of 13 lights are working, something has to be done.’

‘Oh, yes. We agreed on that when we had 5 out of 13 lights working.’

The knitting needles clicked.

‘They’re a bit of a pain, aren’t they, those halogen things?’

‘Yeah. I certainly wouldn’t have put them in if it was me did this room up.’

‘Mmmm.’

And they passed the evening in the almost silence of an ageing relationship. The knitting needles were clicked. The milk rock was scoffed. The cups of tea were slurped.

And tomorrow the glasses would need to be found. And possibly a torch.

0 thoughts on “If you drop a stitch and don’t see it drop, did it really drop?”

  1. I lived in Cairns for the better part of four years. This sounds like a conversation I might have been part of or overheard during cyclone season.

    From memory, there were more references to “herbs”.

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