Count me out!
I have horrible memories of a junior school in Wembley where we had knitting sessions which the headmistress, Miss Sharland, presided over (needless to say the boys weren't included). I spent the whole time trying to make a scarf, dropping stitches, starting again, dropping more stitches, and so on. Fortunately Miss S was a kindly lady and surprisingly didn't lose patience with my ineptitude - but it was very embarrassing. I don't understand why I was so useless - my mum was a brilliant knitter.