In mid-winter, two years ago, I drove down to Canberra to see some friends perform outside in a street mall. <\/p>\n
Canberra is considerably colder than Sydney, and the instant I got out of my car, I realised I wasn’t wasn’t dressed warmly enough. I made a bee-line for a store and bought a woollen beanie. (Localisation alert: “Beanies” have different names in different countries. I mean a woollen cap.)<\/p>\n
Sitting still in the audience on a cold Canberra morning, I realised I still wasn’t warm enough. I snuck away and bought a scarf, and came back to watch the show feeling a lot better.<\/p>\n
I was invited by a friend to go to a party that night in Canberra. I turned up at a house, and the first person I met was dressed rather warmly for indoors, but I didn’t think anything of it, until I noticed that a few people were dressed that way. I inquired of the host, and she explained “Oh? Didn’t anyone tell you? This is a Hat-and-Scarf Party!”<\/p>\n
“A what?” I asked.<\/p>\n
“A Hat-and-Scarf Party. A party in which you wear your favourite hat-and-scarf.”<\/p>\n
“Oh.. err… of course. I’ve always loved a good Hat-and-Scarf party. Excuse me a moment, I just need to nip out to my car.”<\/p>\n
The following winter, I was in Sydney, when I bumped into the host of the Hat-And-Scarf Party.<\/p>\n
“Oh, I remember you!” she said, “I still have your scarf. You left it behind a year ago.”<\/p>\n
“Um… No, I didn’t. I was wearing it just last week.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, I wonder who that scarf belongs to, then.”<\/p>\n
Now, here’s the weird thing. I haven’t seen that scarf since!<\/strong> It’s a shame. Apparently it was my favourite.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A mystery story about a hat, a scarf, Canberra and a party.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[23,41],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-based-on-a-true-story","category-story-telling"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/254","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=254"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/254\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somethinkodd.com\/oddthinking\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}