I get the dress code wrong!

I went to a fundraiser for Luwero - a race night - last night. James was away for a bothy weekend at Kinlochleven but Davie promised to accompany me, because I wouldn't know anyone who was going except a few pupils and the head teacher. The event was organised by the pupils' parents and attended by lots if their friends, but of course I wanted to go along to support it. I got all ready in my grey sparkly dress only to find Davie playing with the kittens with a mutinous look on his face. He had changed his mind. I was horrified and pleaded with him to come - to no avail. So I had to go alone. The first thing that I noticed when I arrived was that nobody else was wearing a short sparkly dress. The dress code was decidedly casual, most of the ladies were wearing black trousers or even jeans. I proceeded into the hall all on my own with a sinking feeling.

From then on however things looked up. The head teacher and his wife and daughter were really lovely and I sat at their table, they all made me feel very welcome. And I was chatting with the pupils and even made myself useful by popping out to buy more cider for the bar when it ran out. I bet on all the races and our table sponsored a horse for the last race although we didn't win. It was a good evening and no one mentioned the sparkly dress!