Wahey Mr Burns

Gawd dammit why is it when I watch any dance movie that I end up blubbering like I've just found out that my baby puppy dog has just been run over?!
Actually it doesn't even have to be a film, a good bit of dancing on 'strictly come dancing' or even from 'dancing on ice', with have me sniveling, but a dance movie will have me crying for England.
There is something about watching dancers that really bring out the emotions in me and always have. I guess I've always wanted to be a dancer and in my head I was a really cool mover, where in fact I looked like an elephant having an epileptic fit... not quite the look I was aiming for.
But lack of grace and coordination never got in my way, because as the music started, I wanted to get up there on the dance floor and usually did, on my own as Julie would always utter the words 'soon' unless she was drunk.
As a child I wanted to be a ballet dancer or an ice skater and loved it when the snow came when we lived on the farm, as the big ice puddles in the field next door were my stage and I WAS GREAT! Then I wanted to be a Gogo dancer or one of 'Pan's People' and look slim and flexible as I gyrated about. From 18 years old I never was slim.
I guess that is the one main thing that makes me sad and that is I can't dance anymore, apart from when with Robin, who will hold me and my oxygen up so I can dance to one of my favourite songs and then I can collapse happily for the rest of the night.
It also makes me very sad that people won't dance for fear of making a fool of themselves... who gives a shite, get up there and let yourself go as there is a Fred Astaire and Beyonce in all of us just bursting to get out and not only is it fun, but such good exercise.
Tonight I will go and watch others dancing at the Burn's night supper. I won't mind watching as being the perv that I am, I can watch the men swishing about in their kilts. Even a butt ugly man looks very desirable from behind in a kilt, something to do with the way the kilts swish to and fro as they walk. Plus I get haggis, neeps and tatties... Mmmmm

I know I haven't anything left in me than just to leer tonight, as I have gone out solo for the first time today to food shop and it's left me knackered.
I do miss my little Nissan Esprit as it took less energy to drive. I know my Note is lovely and I'm very pleased to have it, but reversing does take more out of me than in my old little car.
My Esprit was what they called an intelligent car too.. god knows, one of us had to be and I have serious doubts about my intellect! But as long as you had the key fob on your whereabouts somewhere, you didn't need to use keys at all. The amount of people that looked shocked when they asked if I had left the doors open all day!
It also worked out when you needed your lights and wipers on too, front and back windows would de-ice themselves as soon as you switched on and it was so easy to park.
I know; an intelligent car for the bone idle.
But alas it wasn't big enough for my wheelchair without me killing myself getting it in and out and as I feel like a wet lettuce today. My Note will do very nicely and will get me down to the village hall in style to fill my belly and to ogle the men. Everyone a winner!

Lots of love Debbie x