This is one of those plucking defeat from the jaws of victory stories. A friend of Mrs P had one of those special birthdays last week, one with a nought on the end. We were invited to a party to celebrate at a local club and she (friend, not Mrs P) had fixed ideas as to what to wear.
Which was a skirt that her daughter had given her as a present two years ago. She hadn’t worn it because she hadn’t been able to find a top that properly matched. But she was determined and so she spent the best part of last week haunting clothes shops, the skirt permanently slung over her left arm looking for its matching mate.
Having trawled every store for miles around, and on the verge of giving up, she found the Holy Grail on Thursday, the perfectly matching top. Which she bought, of course, and made her way triumphantly home. Except that when she got there, of the skirt there was no sign. The frock had frollicked its way away.
She backtracked without success. The skirt had skirted itself away. The moral, I suppose, is that it is better to be half right or half wrong than wholly one way or the other.
Christmas QI fact no. 2: Saint Nicholas is the patron saint of murderers.