A surprise gift has left me tied up in knots this week. I am now the proud recipient of one of
Mai Tai's, horn scarf rings. Now; I have to be very, very wary of scarves, 23 inches of unruly mop and a bust measurement of 32 inches plus a vowel that would tax Eliza Doolittle, puts me fair and square in the 'nil above belly button faction'. Wary of spaghetti junction syndrome, I spent what seemed like millennia watching MT's non bow instructional videos - this is the waterfall knot.
The experience of trying/failing (nine times!) to master this silk macramé led me by the hand back to my childhood IQ test when I sat there, baffled by the questions and perplexed by my classmates' quiet industry and decided to colour in the exam paper to pass the time. Afterwards I didn't receive a score but was told that I was 'special' but not in a good way.
Hats off to Mai Tai, her artful skill with splices and whippings could save your life when sailing, rappelling or during an eye-watering Japanese rope bondage session.
The rest of my week involved a lot of cheese and indeed you may have heard me pronounce in the past, 'I hate cheese" but really I just don't have time for the febrile cheeses of the world, give me robust, pungent honking cheese that could wrestle a pair of smelly socks into submission: Epoisses, Munster with cumin, Valdeon de Picos, all washed down with a coupe of sparkling water.