Just before I was about to leave to drive home today my daughter produced her knitting, having brought the children back from father-in-law's next door but one, where it's apparently been for safe keeping. Nevertheless the stitches weren't on the needles, and there seems to be a bit where a couple of extra stitches have been created... somehow... Anyway I got the stitches back on the needles, but the rest was impossible with Thomas playing with the wool. I've brought it back with me to sort out.

When I left Spain I had a good selection of needles and bits of wool, but I took it all to the charity shop as I was convinced I'd never lift a needle again. Oh dear, that was a mistake.