Back to hats. My mum is worried. She wants to know whether you need to wear a hat for a barmitzvah. The considered opinion is no if you're not too bothered on ceremony. And we in our clan tend not to be. We did though have a good old communal worry. I worried about my outfit and we both looked through her clothes to see if we could find something suitable amongst all the lightweight pink and beige fleeces. In the end we agreed that a hat, a posh outfit, just doesn't really matter. It's just nice to have a great little nephew (and niece) to play games with and look forward to the charming, silly, playful things in life (like shopping in covent garden for a guitar?).
Fleeting, ephemeral things like texts, ballet steps, and surreal little yes no conversations on the phone. Nothing like hats really.
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