It's oddly relaxing

My evening, after putting Austin to bed, will be spent balling wool in preparation for knitting up Bryony's soaker (and skirtie) tomorrow. It is something that I have come to find quite relaxing, well until you get down to the last 2 or 3 meters, then for some reason all the wool jumps up ties itself in a big knot and jumps back into your lap and laughs because you have to spend the next 20minutes untangeling it all... grrrrrr.