It has been hard to get going today. I got news of so many personal contacts who have the corona virus. The one o'clock news did nothing to lift the spirits, so I escaped to my Aladin's cave of brightly coloured scarves. Immediately, everything became cheerier as happy memories flooded back.
I wore this scarf at the end of January before we knew the virus had hit us. It was all part of a carefully laid plot, a Red Herring you might say. It was Chinese New Year and this was the most oriental scarf I have. I hasten to say 2020 is not the Year of the Dragon, but this beautiful scarf by Cartier of Paris sports such a prancing beast.
I had promised a special surprise treat to celebrate my granddaughter's 21st birthday. She and her parents were instructed to be at my home for a glass of bubbly with only the knowledge a taxi would pick us up at a certain time. Chinese treats with our drinks were planned to fool them we were going out for a Chinese banquet. Taxi drove us southwards down the 316. Passed by home of sister. Ah ha! A secret party at her house? Passed that. Two roundabouts south we turned off. There's a big Tesco there. Takeaway Chinese supper? Certainly not.
We drove up to Twickenham Rugby Stadium at 6.30 pm. A rugby match? No.
Still no clues. Remember my red herring scarf! Ushered into restaurant and all was revealed.
Ronnie Scott Jazz Club had taken the stadium for a Cuban Evening. Brilliant Cuban dinner, Cuban cocktails, then to the main venue for a great night of music and dancing. My Dragon shimmied to the salsa happily!
It's a pity the Rugby Six Nations came to an abrupt end. I enjoyed seeing these men's powerful thighs!
Put on some music and dance!
Busy Bee, Scarf Face!