A lot. Thankfully, I love role-playing. Somedays I pretend to be a poet. Alone in the house, wearing a poet’s hat I recite words before the mirror. Satisfied with myself, I saunter out the front door in search of a nightingale. But only to find neighbours – the curious lot, lingering outside my door pretending to be walking past. They probably think, I’m as mad as a hatter.
Ailsa has stunning hats, pay a visit and be inspired.