The Knit and Natter group meets in the library on Tuesday evenings. They are a strange bunch.

I was still tidying up from our library planning session in the meeting room when they started to arrive. I’d seen some of them before in the library on their way upstairs but hadn’t recognised them as members of the group.

One was obvious, a woman around my age with cropped pink hair and the longest striped scarf I’d ever seen. It had to be homemade because the colour combinations were outlandishly bad - purple, bottle green, fire engine red, and a dash of mustard. She was friendly though.

“Hiya, I’m in the right place? Knit group?”

“Yes, definitely. I’m just tidying up. We had a meeting in here earlier.”

She dropped her tote bag and pulled...

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