Do you see that blanket up above with the naif Swedish horse motif? When I was a child I had one just like it smothered in furry baby giraffes. It was my Linus blanket, it coddled me from all cares, it comforted me and it was to those flannel mammals to whom I would confide.
A few weeks ago I saw one of 'my' giraffes walking down the street. No really I did. I had just parked outside a local garage, I looked up and saw a 12 foot giraffe glide by as if the concrete city streets were a lush savannah.
My head swivelled to follow his gait, my grin became wider and wider. I looked around to see how other people were reacting, but nobody else seemed to have seen him.
At that moment I thought: 'if this is madness and it has finally come for me. I'm loving it sick'.
He was walking really quickly, so I started up the engine to follow him and at that moment he went up on tippy toes and started nibbling some leaves on a tree. At this point I was about to pop out of my skin with pure unadulterated happiness, not to mention almost crashing the car.
Trapped in a one way system, I missed him and was foiled in my bid to say: Who are you? Why are you here? And have you brought Maurice the Monkey with you too?
I mentioned him to a few people that day but nobody had seen or heard of a 12 foot giraffe walking along the main road. I googled but nothing.
Yesterday all was revealed: Armstrong Baillie is unemployed and hitch-hikes around the country in his giraffe suit carrying out random acts of kindness. He is the Good Giraffe.
Mr Giraffe, I have to thank you, for a few minutes you made the world magical and made me feel like a child again.
Three cheers for the great British eccentric.
Visiting Dunnottar Castle.
Has anything unexpected lifted your spirits recently?