Diary of a Christmas knitter: 55 days to go!

Oh no, Christmas is coming again. I knew it was coming, in theory of course, since September when all the tinsel went up in the shops, but Asda have an offer on mincemeat now so I know doom is approaching. Have made frantic lists of what I’ll knit for everyone. (There should have been only one list, but actually there were two. I got halfway down the first one, and then Boyfriend wrote a Chinese takeaway order under it and for a couple of hours I was wondering why I was planning to knit my dad a pair of cabled spare ribs. The second time I finished the list.) Here’s what it looks like:

1) Mum: luxurious pink blanket to snuggle up under when she falls asleep on the sofa every night

2) Dad: cabled socks to protect him from blisters on long country walks

3) My sister Tina: matching angora wrap and blackberry stitch clutch bag for nights out, to invest her with a touch of class even while she’s falling off her stilettos on the way home from Wetherspoons

4) My brother Gerry: cosy for his beloved iPad, the equivalent of knitting baby cardigans for new mums

5) Nanna: hot water bottle cover. She’s always cold

6) Little Alice, the next door neighbour’s three-year-old: a cuddly tiger. Last week she asked her mum for a real tiger, to eat her brother. Bless her.

Having made the list, I figure it’s ages till Christmas, so I put it down on the coffee table and put my feet up in front of EastEnders for a bit…

Will our ambitious knitter finish her Christmas list before the big day? Keep an eye out for her next diary entry, and find out how she gets on!