We drove to Glenburn for a tea dance and a party. The tea dance had more than its usual plate of cakes and biscuits. The party was to celebrate Stewart’s Big Birthday. I hope he enjoys it and has many more.
Just the usual tea dance folk dancing to the same tunes, but nobody was complaining, we certainly weren’t. Lots of opportunities to sit and talk, especially at tea time and nobody was bothered if you made the occasional slip up on your chassé or lead with the incorrect foot. It was a get together, plain and simple.
We left early as usual to avoid the schools coming out and the beginning of the homeward journey of the office workers. Heavy rain made the journey longer than we’d expected, but arrived home in a reasonable time.
With the weather and the nights getting dark earlier, I had no real chance to get any photos today, so my little Caganer, a small ceramic figurine of a person in a pooping position, which is considered a symbol of good luck in Barcelona agreed to take its place. It reminded me of my “… I think he’s doing the toilet …” joke. A story for another day.
Hoping for some better weather tomorrow.