Oh dear. Last week I had a mad - or maybe a senior - moment.

I’m not too sure if there’s much difference, really. Anyway, I had a moment.

Whilst rummaging in a second-hand shop, I believe that they are referred to as charity shops now, but whatever they’re called I had a moment inside one of them.

I bought some knitting needles, a crochet hook and some wool. Now many years ago, in fact it could actually have been in another life, I used to dabble with knitting and crochet.

Heck, I make it sound like I’ve dabbled on the dark side. No, no, no, that came many years later. Just joking, it was more recently…

Now when I say that I used to dabble with knitting and crochet, I don’t under any circumstances mean that I made anything that would come even close to resembling clothing as it was, well, you know…

Right, it was more like squares. There, I’ve said it. Yes, squares, and not very good squares at that. Most of them had holes in them that should not have been there, and if there weren’t any holes then you could clearly see where I had missed stitches, but to me they were works of art, something to be shown off, put on display, framed and exhibited in museums.

Anyhow, clearly I had forgotten just how, let’s say ‘interesting’, my knitting was and don’t even get me started on my crochet skills, or lack of them.

But on that day at that precise moment, I had a memory lapse and bought them. Of course they ended up in a drawer under the bed with lots of other good ideas that I’ve had over the years, never to see the light of day again.

Lost, forgotten and unloved, never to be anything great or even useful, destined to be taken back to the charity shop in hope that someone with some knowledge will buy them.

But then I had another senior moment and remembered that when I was a youngster at school, we had all been taught how to make pom-poms - strange how somethings stick in your head, isn’t it?

I also remembered seeing a craftwork piece that consisted of various size pom-poms hanging from a piece of driftwood. Well, there you have it, I thought I could make one of those.

So off I went down to the Aldi for some cardboard boxes, not too thick though or else I wouldn’t be able to cut through it all at the end.

I have to tell you that if ever anyone had told me that being sat down winding long strands of wool around two circular cardboard shapes with a hole in the middle would be therapeutic and calming, I would not have believed them, but by heck it really is.

And I can also mix the colours to make shades of wool - oh I felt so excited, so now I sit at night winding my wool and cutting through the cardboard quite content.

Although I do have to make about 30 pom-poms to make my wall hanger, it’s keeping me out of mischief and putting my wool to good use so all’s well that ends well.

I only have another 25 to make. Oh dear!