Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is plaid

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This is a stand alone freewrite, although it does follow on from "Jelly". To start at the beginning click here.

Mike heaved himself through the hole and onto the firm floor of the attic.

How is there a floor here, when there was not a ceiling of the room below?

Mike shook his head, and decided not to think about it too much. Perhaps it was one of those situations that if you believed there was a floor then it would be safe enough to walk on. The moment you stopped believing...

He gave himself a little slap and put one foot in front of the other until he was far enough away from the hole, with the ladder poking though it, to stop thinking about the ceiling/floor issue.

He looked around him. The first thing he noticed was a kilt. It was an unusual tartan, not the usual red number that he associated with Scotland. This one was made up of a purple and pink plaid design. He thought it looked pretty cool. He had always fancied he had the knees for a kilt, but had never worn one.

He wasn't going to start now, so he moved away from the kilt and over towards a large tower of boxes. It seemed to go up forever, which obviously wasn't possible. But he couldn't see the top of it...

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What will Mike do next?
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Unlike Mike I have worn a kilt, quite often in fact (I own two - although one is plain black - not plaid - and it just looks like I am wearing a mini skirt).

Anyhoo, you'll all be asking for proof so... here is a picture of me on my wedding day: