This is a card my Grandma wrote to me after I suggested she knit me a jumper. It was intended as an opportunity for a meaningful Christmas gift (rather than more lynx and Woolworths vouchers), but it transpired that her fingers aren’t as good as they used to be, so it took her two and a half years.
I didn’t realise these but these are everywhere apparently. I intend to start a fast food chain called PORK BUNGALOW.
