I have a great deal of sympathy for Captain Haddock, you know. There are times when a wide vocabulary of curses can come in handy. I had a quick scan of the good Captain’s vocab but he seems to have missed out the fashionable epithet GREAT TINKING MOHAIR!!

You know, I am never going to wear these damn things. I shall be so sick of them by the time they are complete that I shall be fit only to throw them in the bin.

Why on earth is the second mitt giving me so much more trouble than the first? I want this off the needles tonight. GRRRRRrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I seem to be going backwards all the time.

Anybody want a pair of red mittens? They are very red indeed. And very very very very very fuzzy.