I saw Christine Lagarde outside The Wellcome Trust with a trolley case.
She was wearing my scarf — the scarf I had when I was thirty two:

a scarf with white dots on royal blue, or should I say French navy? —
the very essence of what a scarf should be,

which, in red, would be the scarf of the swagman or children’s book burglar
but in blue remains jolly while suggesting tradition.