Happy Birthday Betsy!
Today’s story comes from a bunch of different places: Pauline, who lent me the dress, is from Scotland; Carol suggested a chip shop off Princes Street as a location and Callum as a boy’s name; Marianne thought of Winnifred (Winn); I suggested A.L. Kennedy, the Scottish novelist, to Kel, as evidence for a point she was making, which got me thinking about buying novels. I think the story could have ended up considerably different, more upbeat, except I’ve got some sad friends on my mind. It’s been grey of late, which also contributes to the sombre mood. So there’s that aspect accounted for.
No worries, though. As I searched for the photo of today’s dress, I saw one of the other ones, and I had a very funny line pop into my head: “I’ll wear flat shoes when I sit down to lunch with Margaret Atwood.” Hee hee.
