In Literature we read a poem called "For My Grandmother Knitting" , then, in L/L Writing we were studying hoy to write diary entries, so we decided to write one, making as we were the grandmother. Here is my diary entry: August 9th Dear Diary, The truth is that I feel very, very sad. I feel lonely and extremely useless, because I think that I am very old, I mean, I know that I am very old and I have my problems with my hands but I think I am not so bad. Also, I know that I am older but I need to knit, it is my cup of tea doing that. It is the activity that I have done for my whole life, but my family doesn´t appreciate it. I don´t mind that, the needles still move. Obviously, when I was younger, that was thirty or more years ago but, who cares? Well, on those times I didn’t have physical problems and it was easier, and that makes me feel very angry. Now, knowing that I am very old and I will die soon I feel very depressed, lonely and my heart feelings...