Oh, there’s nothing like the thrill of the chase. That adrenaline rush that only comes from the pursuit of the elusive, the legendary or the priceless (to you). Captain Ahab had his white whale, the knights had the holy grail – and I had a jumper.
It was a memorable jumper; cropped, collared and covered in peace signs, which I’d spied on Anne-Marie Duff in season one of Bad Sisters. While everyone else was reeling at the show’s twisty denouement, I was playing detective. It took me a year and a half of patient and increasingly creative searching (was it olive? Khaki? Spirulina green?), my heart leaping at every notification, before I finally scored the killer knit in my size.
