Stage Whisper

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Eldest Mini Princess,

When The Prince and I went to Banchory on Monday, we ‘had’ to stop at the Greggs van at Kinross as The Prince hadn’t had breakfast. This was obviously not planned in any way by him ‘forgetting’ to have breakfast.

As we were waiting at the Greggs portakabin, a man came out of a white van and joined the queue behind us.

And started loudly whispering. I instinctively turned round and he stopped and smiled. And then started whispering again.

“I’m pretty sure he’s a serial killer,” I said on the way back to the car, “he even has a van - the calling card of the serial killer.”

“Alternatively he could be a normal tradesperson going about his normal day,” countered The Prince.

No imagination that man!

C