^ Had a long "chat" with a rather odd fellow at English Country Dancing yesterday. He was wearing plaid trews AND a kilt (of a different tartan), a headscarf with a button that said "Kiss me I'm Irish" on it ... and jester bells somewhere on his kit. I think he was off his meds, because when I say "chat", it was more of a continuous frenetic monologue on his part. I did try to be polite and tolerant and open-minded, but eventually just got overwhelmed and excused myself to go to the washroom. I didn't want to be rude or hurt his feelings ... but I just couldn't cope.
< Dance class today, but it'll just be the Jane Austen tea party set.
V Mother's Day today -- are you ready?