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Date: 25 September 2004 22:35:09
If I'd thought 20 years ago that one day my idea of a good Saturday night was to log onto my favourite board and initiate threads about rude sounding place names. (Sad isn't it). I blame last night's night on the tiles, or rather night in the barn. We got hopelessly lost turned east instead of west thanks to a diversion by the sleepy village of Stanford Dingley, and nearly ended up in the even sleepier sounding village (hamlet?) of Tutts Clump Thank goodness we were in the old French Miffymobile at the time; all those potholes did wonders for our suspensions! The poor vehicle has done us proud over the years, though - taken us through France, to Switzerland and Germany. It's been used for countless birthday outings, theme park trips; even become a makeshift tent at the Oktoberfest. Once the Mrs Miffy snr house move is over, it'll be about ready to take that trip to the great carpound in the sky.
So, back to last night. I've made two discoveries: 1) I'm hopelessly unfit. A quick whizz through the Cumberland Square Reel should not reduce you to a quivering heap, and 2) Dancing makes me travel sick. Maybe I should take a couple of Stugeron before trying again.
Never mind. I'll keep plugging away. I'm determined to perfect my basket leg- flying technique in the remote event that someone should think to ask me to another of these....occasions.... The secret is to lean heavily on your partner's shoulders and let the men do all the hard work!