Yesterday I cast on 68 stitches and knitted eight rows of rib before I realised it should have been eight rows of moss stitch. I ripped it out and started again. And knitted another six rows of rib.
This morning I put the milk in the pantry and the weetbix in the fridge.
In the ten seconds immediately prior to sitting down to write this, I knocked my hip, banged my elbow and then trapped my hand between my desk and chair.
(a) a complete klutz
(b) up the duff
(c) on medication
(d) really, really tired
(e) all of the above.
Have at it.