The Fool and I took our knitting out to a pub last night to hear Flook. They were wonderful. Michael McGoldrick was playing with them, as one of their members wasn't touring due to a new baby.
We heard the best bodhran solo of our lives, and I only had to answer one, "Hey, is that knitting or crochet? Oh, wait, it's knitting. Needles, not a hook."
But we all got back late, and now, much like us, the knitting is a little slow this morning and could use a shower. Thank goodness for wool wash and final blockings.
I helped the Fool take some pictures, so maybe, just maybe, he'll show you that fun-fur poncho he's been working on.