I knit standing up because I can’t spare any time not knitting in the run up to Christmas. I’ve trodden in chewing gum and rejoice in the fact that it wills tick me to the floor so that I don’t fall over. I definitely don’t think about the fact that very recently it was rolling around inside of a stranger’s mouth. The kind of stranger who spits their gum out on the floor. And now it’s stuck to my new boots. The ones I bought second hand. And scrapped some jewellery to buy. I get a seat at last and increase my knitting pace. I put my headphones in and listen to Taylor Swift. Someone near me is singing along to her iPod. On the train. In public. I wish I could do that.