I’m starting to realise something very important, I think I may have a touch of type A personality. I never thought this possible, I certainly don’t have it with my housekeeping skills, my family can testify to this. My parenting skills are firm but fair, the boys know where the line is, but I also have conversations about ‘anything’ with them and in that regard I have hippy tendencies. Mostly I live and let live and have a “Manyana” attitude to important household tasks such as ironing, window cleaning and other essentials that I simply do not find that important.

So having type A within me has come as a little bit of a shock. (although there was a slight indication of this when as a mature student I was invariably top of the class, but I just put that down to my being a genius, not the hours and hours of study that I was putting into it!)

Note, the nearly finished hot water bottle cover. Another hour and it would be done. All sewn up and ready to cozy up to tonight. Its not ‘right’, it does need to be looser to get that really cuddly factor that I so want.

So, son no.2 ‘was’ right, when he poked fun yesterday. He has the mathematical ability to be a brilliant knitter, he obviously has the eye, he can choose colours that compliment very nicely when choosing clothes, and he ‘always’ (out of the three men in my life, the other two don’t even notice!) tells me that I look nice when dressed up to go out for an evening. Unfortunately he shows no interest in the area of wanting to learn and has hands the size of dustbin lids. Maybe one day, I haven’t lost hope yet.