“My mother had this weird collection of old ribbons. They were not my style at all, but somehow I felt guilty about throwing them out. I gave Brigita a bag of ribbons and she gave me back a party jacket that I happily wear at the drop of a hat. I am not a usual target for the paparazzi, but the jacket is a real camera magnet!”
- Girl from Edinburgh who wishes to remain anonymous.
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For more than 10 years, a group of 17 friends met for a formal dinner on the 17th of November each year. There was always lamb, patriotism, passionate punditry, flowers and Marcolini chocolate. Over time, the linen serviettes wore out. This one captured some of the stories.