Zoë Bowyer

Recently I heard a story about a woman who is so cleanliness and neatness obsessed that she knits a brand new cardigan every few weeks as she can’t stand it when her garments start to ‘ball’. She knits exactly the same cardigan over and over again!

I still haven’t finished knitting my scarf but I have finished knitting the very complicated garment that I’ve been knitting since Christmas (detail above).

On Saturday we took the dogs to the beach at Waterfoot. We went via Carnlough where I had to stop to use the public toilets. It seems that the teenagers in Carnlough are bloody lazy for there were a couple hanging out outside the toilets in their pyjamas. One was wearing pyjama bottoms and another was in the full night-time attire of pyjamas and dressing gown (and huge purple fur boots). I couldn’t see any reason, such as dressing in pyjamas for charity, why they were dressed so. They must be god damn lazy bitches. In fact, if I could have got away with it I would have gone out in public in my pyjamas when I was a teenager (there was that period of time where I slept in my school uniform ’cause I was too lazy to bother changing in the morning).

Cleanliness wasn’t my thing when I was young. Cleanliness isn’t Gracie’s thing either. She had a bath at the weekend, then on Monday while I was chatting with the dog warden outside McDonalds she made herself busy digging out McDonalds flowerbeds. At least she didn’t shit in it. But then it is McDonalds, should I care?