Knitting!

I hopped on the bus to Norwich today, to buy some knitting wool. Youngest daughter (remember? She’s the one moving to Belgium in December) being a true Brit, insists on taking a teapot with her. As you know, we Brits can’t exist without our tea. And it has to be made properly – in a pot. None of your teabags dropped in a mug, for us.

Youngest daughter, being slightly crazy in the family mould, wants a tea cosy. Now I haven’t used a tea cosy since the days when we started using mugs instead of cups. With a mug, you get all your tea in one go, so no need to keep the pot warm for a second dose. I explained this carefully to youngest daughter, but it made no difference. She wants one. So I thought I’d knit one.

I haven’t knitted anything since the kids were small, but on the grounds that it might be like cycling – you never forget how to do it – thought I’d have a bash, hence today’s trip into Norwich. I found a free pattern on the internet. All I needed then was the wool and the needles.

You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to buy wool in Norwich, these days. Gone are the days when every little parade of shops had its wool shop, and this despite the fact that Norwich was built on the wool trade.

In the end, I asked in The Tea Junction, where I buy my coffee (cinnamon and cappuccino – to die for), and they told me it was either the market, or John Lewis. Naturally I went to the market, it being cheaper.

I chose shocking pink and purple. Yes, I know, but I wanted the finished article to be as zany as she is. After all, if you’re going to use a tea cosy, you might as well get it noticed!