A life well lived
A discussion at lunch today:
I have no visual talent, I said. I can only convert what’s in my head into words. I can’t draw or anything. I’ve tried to learn to knit for years, but I’m just rubbish. It makes mad, sometimes.
You know, said T. I don’t think you’ll be on your death bed regretting that you never learned to knit.
It has been an enlightening week.