I was woken early this morning by a bed hog. Let me qualify that : an unsanctioned bed hog who had been successful in ejecting his Dad but had been less so with his Mum. Finally I let go of the fight and got up. What to do at 6am? I spied a pile of wool felt that I had purchased a month or two ago and remembered some sweet little needle books I saw on someone's blog (sorry I can't remember you name but thank you for the inspiration). The first smaller one was done by the light of my computer screen as I didn't want to turn on lights and disturb the [my] peace, but the second one had good light and well the second one always turns out a little better doesn't it?