A short note about grooming.

Many thanks to the cheer squad for their sympathies re the Grayson Perry dilemma. I suppose now is not the time confess that I looked in the mirror last week and could swear that Justin Hawkins from The Darkness was staring back at me, or to post a photo of my new and extremely humungous jumper. I finally finished the recycled stripey thing after a few adjustments, ie, ripping out inches of the front and back and re-knitting it longer and without the rib at the end. All that was left of the yarn was a smidgen of the blue cotton. Bearing in mind my last post about personal grooming and it's lack of appeal. I used the blue to knit myself a washcloth. You see, when I said grooming, it was in terms of being smart, remembering to get haircuts every six weeks and making sure that things match/fit/don't have holes. I'm no good at that sort of thing but I'm perfectly fine at being clean. Just in case you were wondering. Now I have a brand new cotton cloth to prove it!!