I think I’ve conquered the French knot.
Enforced relaxation by an Italian pool and courtesy of a five hour train trip to Penzance (and five hours back) produced these……
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makemeafrock · I make nice frocks and write average poetry. And there's a bit of embroidery and the occasional rant.
