That didn’t take very long, did it? Although now the other half wants a pair too, and that’s going to take a LOT longer.
I’m off to Manchester tomorrow to be cross-examined by some of the city’s finest legal minds about my book (in their book group, I hasten to add, not in court). As I’m pinned against the wall by their forensic questioning I shall stiffen my sinews by thinking to myself ‘ha, you might have got me there with your discovery of all those gaping holes in my plot but how many socks have YOU knitted?’
(although, come to think of it, there’s a couple of little holes in the socks too, if you look closely. Practice makes perfect…)