Day 162: I Have Been Trying On My New Hat In The Dead Of Night

I have benign insomnia, like a small child the night before its birthday! There is too much excitement (of which more over the coming days). As I am not able to sleep, I have been trying on my new hat (originally bought for my ungrateful brother, Runningmonkey, who rejected it with a sneer), which I bought in the Canada and was photographed wearing by a pathologist (who cuts his own hair) in the entrance hall of large Pharmacy.

Sadly, however, that photograph is Privit and for close family and friends only. Here instead is the frankly alarming window display that first attracted me to Monkey Hat. Imagine yourself in it, if you like. And if you ever come to my house (unlikely, as I rarely entertain at home, what with the fleas), you will be photographed in it too.






















Not long until Christmas, The Arrival of The Most Special Of Visitors (not Father Christmas, he'll have been already), the delivery of a dress made of navy blue, my Best Friend's Wedding (at which I must make a speech!), a short jaunt to the country, New Year's Eve and finally, some Unusual Exercise on The Strand.

Only the Monkey Hat can calm me! I shall have to sleep in it.