I had planned to wear another scarf today and write a Polynesian tale. So upset about Boris's personal battle, I chose instead this Yves Saint Laurent, again from the Sixties, with brightly coloured four leaf clovers to bring good luck. I am wearing little silver earrings with real clover set in clear plastic.......this is my thirteenth blog, so I am taking all precautions.
My scarf was actually a gift to my mother and I inherited it from her. It is reassuring to have continuity. (Goodness knows what my kids will do with my collection!) Being a Celt, I would love to believe I shall see a faerie today at the bottom of my garden as I am wearing so many clovers with the lucky number of leaves.
The four leaves are supposed to stand for faith, hope, love and luck.
We have to maintain FAITH that our NHS can deliver the care for so many sick people, HOPE that the invader will be beaten quicker than projected, LOVE for each other and LUCK with getting a delivery slot from Waitrose, Tesco or Marks and Spencer. For me, I hope I don't fall off any more stools and I am off down the garden now to look for a faerie.
With a bit of luck, we might get to Tahiti tomorrow.
Busy Bee, Scarf Face!