The 'Mrs' prefers Magic boy

So peeps, what have I been up to these days? I have been in the process of moving the rest of my stuff to the flat. How can I have accumulated so much stuff when I am so ruthless about what I keep. But I suppose one 70 litre suitcase just filled with photo albums is probably excessive. Photos and record keeping of my life has always been important. My great nan once said to me that when you get older the only thing you’ll have left in your memories. When I get to the age she was I want to have a record of my memories, just in case I forget.

Anyway I have finally moved the last of my stuff up to the flat and now have the unenviable task of trying to figure out where everything goes. I do have a few items which are not ‘run-of-the-mill’ and not so easy to store. How many people do you know with a cycle trainer and a life size 5ft 6 skeleton in their possession. Maybe it should have been something I mentioned to the ‘mrs’ before we got together. Ah well, I’m hoping love really is blind!

I couldn't have moved all my stuff without the ever faultering and always gratefully received help from my dad. Not only come to drop off some furniture but also did some manly things to the car involving tools and swarfega! GRRRRRRRR Quite a few people stopped to ask what was going with someone blow torching in the middle of the street; but hey it's a great way of finding out who's in the community! THANK YOU DAD!

Aside from that things have been pootling along fine. We are still going to ballroom classes and tripping the light fantastic. We need much work on the pivot turn which we can try and do in the flat without annoying the old bat downstairs. I was disappointed to find out that there would be no ballroom dancing at my sisters wedding in September. Who can we show off to?

Today I am mostly being ignored as SOMEONE, mentioning no names, has the new Harry Potter book. Yes we were there at Tescos just before midnight hovering around the book stand waiting for the boxes to be opened. I was surprised how many people were there. The air was filled with anticipation, like waiting for a big movie star or something! I have never read the Harry Potter books myself and have fallen asleep through at least 2 of the films. However what I will say, is it’s so refreshing to see the public being excited about books, rather than celebrity this that and the other. Best of all children really wanting to engage with reading. What ever you think of the Potter series, you can’t deny it’s benefits.

She’s been in the loo now for 20 minutes, supposedly just going for a wee!

1....2.....cha cha cha

So what have myself and the ‘mrs’ been getting up to these days to improve our social life? Have we been adorning fluorescent jackets and raving it up with our glow sticks? Close, but no cigar. As the title of the entry might have suggested we have been tripping the light fantastic with ‘ballroom for beginners’.

So far we have had 3 lessons (only an hour each) and are slowly coming to grips with the ‘cha cha cha’, the ‘rhythm foxtrot’ and the ‘quick step’. It is a small group, as the women who runs it (I think she’s Dutch, but the ‘mrs’ thinks somewhere in Europe), didn’t want to advertise her sessions because she is normally so over subscribed. Without sounding like a big bag of boastfulness, out of the 12 participants, I do honestly think we are the best. Well the best going in a straight line. We haven’t quite mastered the art of going round corners, resulting in much pulling and shoving trying to avoid dancing out the door! We do enjoy ourselves and like to have a bit of fun, being over expressive with our hand gestures (NOT RUDE ONE). Our ‘jazz hands’ are a point of amusement for the older participants. It would be nice to live on the ground floor, so we could practise without the wrath of the neighbour underneath complaining about the ‘elephants’ upstairs!

We are getting to grips with turns, shuffles, promenades and the lock step. Next week we shall be exploring the world of the pivot turn; talk about living on the edge.

Being two females, one of use has to take on the mans role, which is me. As you can tell this picture is not us. She looks like she has a broken back; more a picture of murder I think. Anyway being 'the man', means that for one hour a week I am in charge. I can lead and can tell her what to do (oooo I hope she doesn’t read this). Despite only being an hour, it’s is proving to be quite good exercise, and a little bit sweaty around the hairline. The hardest part is that the class starts at 9pm; just the time when you want to snuggle down in nice post-dinner fullness adorning a nice set of pyjamas. But when you are young ravers like us, you expect to be out late once in a while!

So here I am signing off.....cha cha cha