Mend and make do

I think I have found the source of the occasional pitying look I've observed in my colleagues. Last Thursday at work I discovered a gaping 4" gap in the sleeve of my jumper. I have no idea how long it's been there, but my work-mates must think I go home to eat cold beans out of the can beside the paltry light of a single candle! Suffice to say I have now placed my wounded jumper on the pile of items requiring suturing.