Me and Chibber were on the subway the other day. By subway that might mean the underground to you or the tube station. I don’t know, I‘m not cosmopolitan. Anyway, we’re sitting there and a woman is sitting directly across from us and her hands are stitching a piece of yarn like nobody’s business. She’s nonchalantly staring into space while the hands are going at Burlington Bertie, a hundred to thirty.
“She’s a good knitter, isn’t she?” I said to Chibber, who replied.
“She’s crocheting.”
As soon as he said this he wanted the ground to swallow him up even though we were already underground. How did he know the difference?
Boadicea's Chariot 
Oh dear! This is difficult, did Chibber actually say “Crocheting” or did he say “Croshaying”? Think carefully, if the former then your friend is a reasonably well informed heterosexual male, if the latter you should have immediately found another seat on the Metro,
What he akshully said was crotchety, refering to her irritabilty when she knat.
Was she knitting with needles? If so, it was knitting. If she was using a small hook she was crocheting.
………or was it macrame?
…….or lace?
……or making a rug?
………or jigging for squid?
Bad boys!
Glad to report further knatting of OZ’s garment the last few weeks. It now has a back too.
Amazing!