While discussing everything craft with colleagues at work, a  knitting fever spread throughout our open plan office. Soon every woman on the floor was discussing their secret knitting, including knitting their children’s dolls clothes. Somehow I’d managed to convince them to set up a weekly knit circle on Wednesday lunchtimes. With one fatal flaw in my plan. I can’t knit.

So, while visiting Leeds, my super crafty friend Rose helped me pick out some wool and needles. We went to a very old fashioned knitting shop run by older ladies, far from the trendy pretentious stores that are wonderfully expensive in trendy parts of London. Rose patiently taught me how to start knitting and after several dropped stitches and cries of help later, I had started work on a pink and blue scarf.  Now I can start up that knitting club afterall – thanks Rose.