Our friend Alison goes down every Tuesday to Cornwall to dance with CatsEye Morris, but her car broke down before Xmas so Mike has been driving down there, and sitting in the British Legion while she does her practice.
Only last week, he said he'd learn a dance.
Hmm. OK, Morris Dancing is fun when you're at a folk festival and pissed on mead, but I wouldn't begin to take it seriously. It's one of those things you shouldn't try. Like incest for example.
2. In other news, the kitten is on heat - and is keeping me up all night yowling round the flat. The ridiculous thing is she thinks Cassidy is a male (not a neutered female), and his following her around mewling. A lot of bitchslapping is going on from Cassidy's side.
Well, best be off.
Thought you'd find those two nuggetts of info amusing;)