I was more careful in my application of colours and dibble-dabble. This is what you do when you are not happy with your work so you keep adding little bits. Eventually you become quite "Rackamesque" and goblins and fairies peep out from behind the trees and twigs turn into trolls and streams ripple with gold coins.... well, something like that. This time I stopped and let it dry. Tigger spends the early hours of the morning on the top floor landing windowsill, chattering at the jackdaws which flutter from roof-gutter to phone wire. She helps me choose wool by playing with her favourite colour and has led me from the Noro blue, to some yellow and grey striped stuff for the next pair of socks.
As well as all that, there are games to be played. Duck Shoot has worn out more batteries than I can count since we started the challenge at christmas. It uses infra red rays to line up a pistol with the passing ducks and score.