A dram too many?

My very-much-loved mother-in-law, The Granny McSporran, was an awesome knitter. She could knit you a unique and complex-patterned Aran sweater in the blink of an eye whilst watching telly and sipping on a wee dram.

She had obviously knitted sweaters for her boy, Mr McG, since he was a lad. And continued to do so regularly throughout his adulthood.

One Christmas when she hadn’t been able to join us, a large parcel arrived from her. Mr McG opened it on Xmas morning... to find a sweater fit for an orangutan. The whole thing came down to his knees and the arms dragged along the floor.

She was never able to explain.

The Clancy Brothers’ mum knitted theirs…