is apparently all I require to feel my life is indeed rich and something to celebrate. As the temperature slowly drops, I find the pleasures of late night fibrework (knitting socks at the minute) a balm, a retreat, a joy, stimulating, satisfying. To share it with some lovely friends, all of whom on this particular night had never met before, yet behaved like comfy old friends with each other, was just the best. I have realised I have a secret drive to bring people together in creative endeavours. The singing group I started at the chicken's school, the knit nights...brings me the utmost satisfaction.