After today’s Wedding at Dalmahoy, I took the paperwork back to Lothian Chambers.
I have to say; it appears that the wearing of a tartan catsuit and highland jacket, when walking through Edinburgh City Centre, attracts attention. I had the good fortune to be stopped for a chat by a few people. Not least, an old Irishman who introduced himself as Arthur Mullens. He complimented me on my “fine attire”.
He told me his father brought him up to be sharp as a tack, but also a gent. He said he was “a tinker” and that he was “representing the poor”. He said he had a scrap metal business back in Ireland, and that while he “did loads”, he never “did people”. He asked to kiss my hand, when I presented the right, he said no, the left. I wear a large diamond on my left hand. I told Arthur that the poor are very fortunate to have such great representation by a man such as he, and that my ancestors are from Ireland also.
Now, I am sure Arthur is a man of his word, but I’m also sure he realised my diamond was not real and that I may, in fact, be as poor as he, despite the “fine attire”. An interesting exchange today in Edinburgh.