The stitch n' bitch session was a puzzle of guts and juice.
Using a cholera cadaver as a provocative centrepiece
had been a step too far, Bertie reflected ruefully,
his sleeves wringing wet with tepid lungwater.
'This nascent cardigan will probably have to be binned,'
he said, fishing for sympathy, but his companions
were in no mood to be supportive - their knitting needles
slippery with infected fluid, their scarves ruined.
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