Went to our local Burn's night supper last night and it was fab. I thought I would be sad not being able to dance, but I don't think I stopped laughing at my friends Ann and Derek as he slung her around the dance floor and most of the other ladies too!
There is something quite unnerving about grown-ups that can skip especially men, I think it takes me back to my schooldays and always being overlooked in country dancing for being clumsy. But there was no sign of Derek skipping... more of a full on gallop!
I love people watching and this was the best. You have the ones that practise Scottish dancing regularly, but are happy to help newcomers. Then there are the practised ones that smile through gritted teeth as you mess up yet again and wish you were somewhere else on the dance floor. You have the shy ones that look like 'please don't make me stand in the middle' and are only there because their partners have dragged them up and then you have Derek who couldn't give a damn and is so enthusiatic he must have been William Wallace's love child!
I noticed my throat was getting sore as the night went on, but watching the men swishing in their kilts took my mind off of it. And a few large brandys helped too. I even had my photo taken in my nose specs, although I haven't got the hang of downloading photos yet, but a photo, that is a huge step for Debbiekind!
But as soon as I got home and into bed I was convinced someone had put razor blades in my haggis... My throat really hurt! By morning my head was throbbing too. I had joked that I was going to pretend to faint on the dance floor so I could look up the kilts, but I think they must have marched over my head while I was down there. Now I keep falling asleep bolt upright at the drop of a hat, on the sofa, in the bath you name it. Luckily Oliver cooked the Sunday lunch for mother, Reni and myself. He does the best roasties ever!
It's going go to my bed early tonight, as I hurt all over now and I think I'm going to fall asleep again now. Sooooooo...
lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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