It was one beautiful Sunday when I decided to attend a horse-racing event. I was dressed the part and was really having a good time. It had been announced that the best-dressed lady would walk away with a prize. Taking a glance around I was almost sure I was the one to be named the finest. As the audience sat on the terraces cheering, I took the opportunity to go and buy myself some ice cream and let the crowd judge for themselves who the fashionista was. On my way back from the vendor, I felt that the crowd had not seen enough of me, so I decided to hang around in front of them, so that they could feast their eyes on my fashion sense. The next thing I knew, I was down and eating dust! The ‘pole’ I had leaned on was actually a circular banner! I got the wrong kind of attention…I wished I’d remained seated.
Belinda