The Last Dance.
The final dance class of the year no matter what dance class you are in. How will we survive for three weeks without a Chassis or a Spin Turn? Maybe we’ll just have to talk to each other.
I was out fairly early this morning going for petrol to make sure we’d have enough to get us to Glenburn and back again. Thankfully almost all of the petrol machines were working which is a change for Tesco. I had a wander round the Tesco shop too, but didn’t find anything interesting, so I just came home again.
I struggled through Wordle and Strands, then flung a few, almost random suggestions into Connections and lo and behold, I got all four groups correct. Even the Mini crossword was solved in double quick time with a little help from Scamp on a musical question. Not bad though for a bear with a sore head, because I wasn’t at my best today for no reason.
Soon it was time to get dressed for the last Tea Dance of the year. We drove over to Glenburn and danced almost all of the ballroom and sequence dances that were on Stewart’s list. I actually enjoyed the whole afternoon and we stayed just a little bit longer than usual and danced to the end of the class.
We usually leave the class about half an hour before the hall closes, and now I know why. Long lines of cars where there are usually three or four on a bad day. Today we were crawling up to the nightmare roundabout that just seems to hold everyone back. We finally arrived home after about an hour. Much later than we usually are. I think it was partly due to the rain and driving in the darkness, but maybe some folk were leaving work early, it being nearly Christmas. Whatever, that extra half hour made all the difference between a fairly easy drive and a drudge.
Dinner tonight was Bacon, Potatoes and Cabbage. Actually it was Cavolo Nero rather than cabbage. I think I prefer cabbage. Still, Scamp had fried the streaky bacon until it was crisp and lovely. Probably not good for you, but very crunchy!
PoD was the third indoor photo for December and was the Fairy on the Tree. We think the fairy is about fifty years old. It’s quite amazing to look back at how the world was then. We didn’t have a car. No Internet. No colour TV, but we did have our own house. It was a different world then, but just the same too.
Tomorrow, Scamp wants a walk around Glasgow. Not looking for anything special, just stravaiging.