The Mark of a Good Book

The task of knitting Christmas started in September. It began, as usual, with a perusal of Christmases past. The Teabag bookmark had satisfied my office colleagues a few years ago. It was brooches another year – flowers, a leaf with a ladybird in situ, pencils for the Clerk to Governors, a bunch of lavender fronds for the gardener. Key rings the next. So, what now? Whatever it was, it had to be…