As the youngest of two huge families I never knew my Grandmothers as one died long before I was born and the other when I was two. However, I had a dear Aunt who knitted for me; she was possibly the best knitter I have ever come across and could create beautiful garments with intricate designs in no time. Sadly, she was also a lady of very economical ways, and would present me with a tiny, pygmy sized jumper, and three balls of wool, that I could 'use for something else.' Presumably another tiny jumper to give to the little girl next door!
He never gives up being stupid.
Good Morning Sunday 16th August 2026
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