An extract from the book I’m reading taken from “The no1 detective agency” part 5 I think, titled The full cupboard of life.
By Alexander McCall Smith
Concerning crochet.......
It would be good she thought to be back in Mochudi, to be sitting in front of someone’s house peeling vegetables, or crocheting something perhaps. That’s what she had done when she was a girl, and had sat with her cousin, who was apt at crocheting and they had made place mat after place mat with fine white thread; so many place mats that every table in Botswana could have been covered twice over, but which some-body, some where brought and sold on. These days she had no time for crocheting, and she wondered whether she could even remember how to do it. Of course crocheting was like riding a bicycle, which people said that you never forgot once you learned it.
Surely their where things that with a laps of time one might forget how to do! but this she thought was not one of them;-)
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