Last night I woke up sweaty and screaming.
Alhambrette held me close and I wept like a man laden with so much grief.
She asked why I wept so.
I told her naught of Bob and the secrets of A.R.S.E. Rather I told her I wept for the loss of my rambler/sheep jumper she fashioned for me.
She insisted on knitting another.
I wept some more.
Jez.
