Thank goodness for great knitting friends.
The other Thursday I told knit night about a sausage related disagreement (of the mildest nature ever). On Saturday three of us went to a bead and knitting show, then on to Yarn at Beeston. Amongst the fabulousness was this monstrous hairy sausage yarn which Ruth pointed to, shouting out 'Sausages' in a curious voice at the same time. Somehow this hit my funny button to the point where I was laughing noiselessly and crying - much to the amusement of a husband in there, but to the great disapproval of his wife
