The day of the true eccentric isn’t over. We have one in town called Margaret. Very small and rather bowed she trots up and down pushing an enormous square shopping trolley, dressed always colourfully in stripey tights, shawls, multiple scarves and recently an amazing hat. Rising about 18” from the top of her brow this hat is knitted (crocheted?) cotton in multicoloured circular stripes From a floppy brim it ascends to a peak exactly like a witches’ hat, except that no witch recorded ever chose such a gaudy piece of headgear. On the very tip bobs a bright pom pom.
She fights her trolley into the shop to buy Dandelion and Burdock drinks, Sesame Snaps, and Yogi Tea, and to have a bit of a blether. She brightens my day.
No comments:
Post a Comment