I don’t know if I want to scream, cry or break things. Why, you ask - because of my f-ing knitting.
I picked up 480 stitches for the border. I followed the instructions - they made no sense, because one row’s instructions was for an odd number of stitches, but having followed the pattern to the word, I had an even number. I go to the errata, and find a suggestion of how to sort it out - but I need to go back to the very beginning of the border - I had done four fecking rows so I had to unpick (very carefully) 1920 stitches. I did that - it took hours - then I started again.
Did it work out this time? Of course it didn’t. This time I only had to unpick 960 stitches, and then I tried a different correction. Did it work - hollow laughter - of course not. I unpicked about 240 stitches and I’m about to try yet another fix.
Pray for me - that I can hold onto that last, tiny shred of sanity! If there was chocolate in the house, I’d be eating it ALL - and bugger my blood sugar.