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March 01, 2016

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Mary Lou

Or a drink. Love the Peter Cook quote. Latent pedant!

Elly

We have all been there, done that, Jeanne. Take a break and then decide to plod on or plod back, as the case might be !

Sandie in Sydney

I understand your frustration Jeanne! Frogging (our name for unpicking) is not fun at the best of times but at least it is on canvas and not on silk gauze. So glad you decided to join Petitpointers by the way. Elly's advice is wise: take a break and then come back to it, having decided just what adjustments you want to make.

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    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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