Still for angelsphoneboxâs prompt âKnittingâ, but also for all the commenters and reviewers who said pretty much the same thing. Iâm sure you can guess what Iâm talking about, LOL! This oneâs a double drabble.
Summary: Tosh wears her nice new handmade scarf, which gets admired.
After almost two days, the team finally succeeded in turning the device off.
Once the compulsion to knit wore off a few hours later, Ianto talked Tosh through casting off and they measured the finished scarf, which turned out to be just over 7 metres long.
Despite it falling far short of breaking any records, Tosh was still proud of her achievement. It was the first thing she’d ever knitted so she intended to wear it, even if it was rather long. Cardiff could get very cold in winter, but wrapped in her scarf she was sure to stay warm.
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The following morning, Tosh grinned to herself as she wrapped her new scarf around her neck several times as protection from the bitterly cold Cardiff morning, before setting off to work.
Leaving her building, she hurried towards the bus stop and almost immediately ran headlong into a strange, tall man.
“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Nonsense, my dear, it was entirely my fault,” he replied. “Oh, I say, I do like your scarf. It’s just like mine!” He beamed at her approvingly, then dug in his pocket. “Would you like a jelly baby?”
The End
Once the compulsion to knit wore off a few hours later, Ianto talked Tosh through casting off and they measured the finished scarf, which turned out to be just over 7 metres long.
Despite it falling far short of breaking any records, Tosh was still proud of her achievement. It was the first thing she’d ever knitted so she intended to wear it, even if it was rather long. Cardiff could get very cold in winter, but wrapped in her scarf she was sure to stay warm.
OoOoOoOoOoO
The following morning, Tosh grinned to herself as she wrapped her new scarf around her neck several times as protection from the bitterly cold Cardiff morning, before setting off to work.
Leaving her building, she hurried towards the bus stop and almost immediately ran headlong into a strange, tall man.
“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Nonsense, my dear, it was entirely my fault,” he replied. “Oh, I say, I do like your scarf. It’s just like mine!” He beamed at her approvingly, then dug in his pocket. “Would you like a jelly baby?”
The End