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needle returns

Would you believe it? Yesterday, I told a lady at the Knitting and Stitching Show about a double-pointed needle I lost travelling on the London Underground and the embarrassing squeal of horror I made when it dropped between the platform and the train. Today, I was travelling to Olympia and the Knitting and Stitching Show, and I found a double-pointed needle on a seat of the number 49 bus. And yes, yet again, I made an embarrassing squeal.​


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