I’m sat quietly crocheting, Wimbledon is on TV, I’m lost in my own world of extreme creativity when suddenly Chris says, “Grab hold of this piece of string.”, rather stupidly I comply. He then asks me to tug it, the string is tied around a pencil and he demonstrates that he’s only holding the pencil, and because of the knot, I can’t pull it off. He beams proudly, “It’s an Icicle Hitch knot.”
At which point I hold up my crochet hook, “See this, it’s a crochet hook and if you take some yarn and do this…”
With the threat of being taught to crochet hanging over his head, Chris falls silent, I return to watching the tennis.