For me, this is the perfect start to any day. Give me half an hour with some wool and some strong hot coffee and I'm ready to face the day. If I have to bypass this step and get straight into the morning chaos then nothing ever quite seems to go right and I spend the rest of the day feeling grumpy and out of sorts.

Half an hour of silence, with just the birds going nuts with the dawn chorus outside. Half an hour without being asked to find something, wash something or feed someone. Half an hour to feel the wool in my hands and the rhythmic, soothing making of stitches and all is right with the world. 

I always have my knitting with me obviously  and will happily pick it up and knit at every opportunity but somehow nothing is more important than that first half an hour. Just me and my yarn, making something.