Hats!

My friend ACJ said you got Burt a lot of hats. Well, his grandpa was a haberdasher. The other was a mason, but I never bought him a brick.

Burt, it turns out, got me a lot of hats, too. From the selection as I rummaged this morning, I chose the peaky cap he’d gotten me in the rain.

There were many others. The blue beret and the grey clochey one seemed less suited to today’s possible showers vibe.

Thanks to the children’s book, Hats for Sale, I always smile over the hat-thing. Burt used to borrow my hats which also made me smile.