I sometimes mis-comprehend things.

Somewhere in my head when I volunteered to buy a ticket for the Deer Stalkers Ball, when somebody mentioned seating availability and supporting things that go on in town, I put my hand up.

Intending to have a bite and then shoot down to Melbourne, it was only an hour before the event that Anna’s mum pointed out that it looked like I had a ticket for a ball, and that all of decorum, dress sense, and full attendance were possibly required. Melbourne would have to wait.

I tried haggis for the first time, and I actually enjoyed it. I expected it to be more offally, but it was more peppery pate-like. Very nice!

I’m not too important, but made it into the society pages (photo 24).