tink, tink, tink ....

... tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink ... well, you get the idea!

I noticed a mistake eight rounds back, and, I'll admit it, I put the knitting aside for a few days and pondered whether I could leave it as is without regretting it later. And, after a few days, I decided to fix it, even though it meant tinking back more than 500 stitches. So, that's done, it's fixed and I'm glad I did it. And I promise not to complain about p3togs anymore. Because tinking them back is worse than working them in the first place.