The knitting group was a bust. I arrived at around 6:30, entered the shop with a cheery "HELLO," and was ignored by all present. SO, I looked around the shop for a bit and left. BAH. If I want to be ignored while I knit, I'll do it at home.
The rest of the day was brilliant though. Lots of fun times spent wandering about the Tate Britain.
Love me some Blake and Turner.
And paintings of macaques propped up on dried elephant dung.