A funny thing happened at the weekend. My husband & I were given tickets to have breakfast with Ian Rankin ......hurahhhhh.......with great anticipation we set out for an unlikely dose of culture in an unlikely place: Aberfeldy. Breakfast was strange - fresh orange juice including all skin & pith ( I do NOT recommend this !) and white chocolate porridge (not sure I could recommend this either). The excitement of brushing shoulders with the literary establishment kept us keen & we persevered . Hmmmm, now bacon & eggs & STILL no Ian Rankin. Third cup of tea & YES, he's arrived. Finished a big breakfast & wondered how long we would have to wait before it started. Final cup of tea....just so we don't miss it. Ian is now having HIS breakfast. We ask a waitress, is anything going to happen ?
NO....
it already has, we had breakfast NEAR IAN RANKIN !!!
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