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Feb. 24th, 2010 05:01 pmIt was 'Hats for Haiti' day at the office, so I donned my Richie Richardson hat, drawing a couple of curious glances on the bus.
Liz had persuaded me yesterday afternoon to do two hours' bucket-rattling duty in reception from 7 till 9 this morning; resplendent in a multi-coloured court jester's hat with a curly black wig underneath, she joined me for the first 45 minutes. My old telephone unit colleague Terry, now working elsewhere in the office, spotted that my hat was the type beloved of West Indian cricket enthusiasts. Hazel, though, thought it looked like an Australian hat and suggested I should have put corks on it. Later in the morning, when everyone on our floor gathered around so Ben could award a prize to the best hat, I found myself standing next to a girl who was actually wearing a full Crocodile Dundee effort complete with corks.
Thinking of you, Aunt Marian x
Liz had persuaded me yesterday afternoon to do two hours' bucket-rattling duty in reception from 7 till 9 this morning; resplendent in a multi-coloured court jester's hat with a curly black wig underneath, she joined me for the first 45 minutes. My old telephone unit colleague Terry, now working elsewhere in the office, spotted that my hat was the type beloved of West Indian cricket enthusiasts. Hazel, though, thought it looked like an Australian hat and suggested I should have put corks on it. Later in the morning, when everyone on our floor gathered around so Ben could award a prize to the best hat, I found myself standing next to a girl who was actually wearing a full Crocodile Dundee effort complete with corks.
Thinking of you, Aunt Marian x
