She's right

I was not happy.

I arrived in Vauxhall flustered and tired after a cycle across town. I was on time but only just owing to having to leave my office three times (first as a practise, second to get my mobile that was actually in my pocket all the time and finally to get my building pass that I had left on my desk when I returned to collect my not-forgotten phone). The small shop was filled to the bursting with people for the course. Someone walking in just before me and got the last chair, then someone walked in moments after me and it was obvious we would not fit all in the shop. I just felt deflated. (Not helped by the fact that I'd only half changed into my cycle clothes and felt like a complete prat in my yellow reflective jacket, bright red trackpants, turquoise cycle helpmet, sedate green t-shirt and nasty pink glow from all exertion.)

They did say I could stay but I'd lost the inclination. I thought I could justify the trip by doing some wool shopping but with nine sitting eager crochet students dominating the already small space there wasn't really the atmosphere - or indeed physical possibility - for browsing. I was even more embarrassed that I needed to borrow an A-Z off the manager to work out how to get home and he was obviously more concerned with getting tea for his paying customers. I left in shame.

Then spent about 20 minutes trying to work out how to join the one-way system around Vauxhall station in order to go back north. That wasn't as bad as the hour I spent cycling lost around Belgravia. I finally trudged through Hyde Park and caught the train home.

The day got worse before it got better, but not related to knitting. And, anyway, it's OVER!!!