There was a replacement teacher at Zumba yesterday, a beautiful tall black man, who really taught us how to dance. It was an enormous relief to receive instruction rather than flounder around to the ever changing routines of our usual mad taskmaster. However, I did not feel fully worked out to the core; in fact I did not even get to glow so I went for a hard swim to work those fat bits and thought of my forthcoming holiday to .... East Wittering.
Internet Dating Jane and I went dog walking and inspected my forehead - no change! She's coming over this afternoon to play Stir-up Tuesday. We are making our Christmas puddings which were a great success last year due to us behaving like a couple of teenagers raiding their parents' drinks cupboard. In it all went, as no doubt it will today.
Andrea is coming for a second art lesson - a glutton for punishment. We talk about our husbands, our children and anything else that pops into our tiny brains then apply a teeny dollop of paint to the canvas and call it an art session. But it's fun. Portraiture today. I'll find a suitable photo of Mr Smith then do something Picasso with it.
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