James didn’t always like knitting. He had read that it was scientifically proven to lower testosterone. But then, he also knew that beer does the same – it’s the hops – not that you see the men at the pub complaining. Yep, the bikies, plumbers, roofers – they may as well be knitting too. He sat in the lounge with threads coiled neatly around his hands, when his dad walked in as if on a catwalk – a big burly bloke, his frenzied hair protruding from a bright purple woollen thing. ‘I like this one,’ he said.
James smiled, ‘That’s a tea cosy dad.’