My frock is ready, just cleaned the fust off my smart shoes (I don’t wear my one pair of black heeled shoes all that often, I think it’s probably been about 4 years now). I’ve had the oh my word what do I wear trauma. The invite states that the dress code is “lounge wear” whatever the heck that might mean. Must take photographic ID and the invite and I’ve already had to send in details of all my addresses for the last 5 years. Hmmm, bag, I suppose my usual rucksack isn’t appropriate is it?
Thankfully it’s not just me going on my own, there’ll probably be a couple of hundred people there, I’m going to Dumfries with two other ladies that I know, all in their smart clothes too. Cameras are not allowed so no snaps of the two I’ve been invited to meet, that is a disappointment. Never mind, if you’re lucky I might get Paul to take a picture of me in my frock before I go, or more likely I’ll completely forget.
Now, where did I put that invite? It’s definitely in a safe place…
Pots in their new homes
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