A lady in her late 50th, I suppose, talking suddenly very loud in a mobile phone outside a Copenhagen railway station around noon today:

“O dear, a man in kilt is passing by right now. How exiting!”
“Yes, a kilt. A kilt! He is wearing a kilt, a Scottish kilt.”
“Yes, and a very good looking man, he is too.”

I couldn’t hear what followed. But what more could I wish? Certainly another good day.

Greg – 65.