A New Hat
A new hat is cause for celebration.
Once, wearing my latest acquisition, a gust of wind caught its brim, whisking
it across Park Lane. A young man launched out in pursuit, wielding his umbrella
to stop the traffic. Arresting
my errant chapeau with the point of Excalibur, he cried Cauch’ya!
Sadly,
an approaching taxi braking too late, knocked him to the ground. He was
unharmed but my hat escaped into Hyde Park. It was only right I should invite my
hero to lunch. A week later he invited me to marry him.
Frances Aitken
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