Today's Adventures

[ailbhe]

Meeting in London with the boss and some customers.

Boss called me at 08:05, 10 minutes after I woke, wanting to know where I was. As I was standing at the top of the stairs wearing Docs, knee socks, knickers and a bra, hunting for my hairtie, I didn't tell him. I said "I'll be there in 20 minutes" instead. And I was, which was speedy going for me - got dressed, did my hair, and hobbled to the train station rapidly.

O the embarrassment.

At the meeting, the customers offered us tea. I swear this was because I had an important man with me - the other times we've gone there for meetings, they haven't offered us a damn' thing, or told us where the loo is or anything.

I had a dance class later; we started with a waltz, as usual. My waltz is smoothing out a lot; I'm quite pleased. Then we did a tango, which went better than it did last week until we tried to set it to music, at which point I and my dance partner lost the plot completely and ambled off the beat, drawing to a halt several times in a tangle of knees.

But the worst was the salsa.

I didn't mind the knee-bending back-and-forthing too much, though I felt like Pooh. The Samba Walk was what killed me. I'm sure it looks marvellous when properly done; to me, it looked and felt like something Monty Python rejected because it was too daft.

The final waltz was an immense relief; I felt like I had some idea of what I was supposed to do, and if my poor confused feet did step on people a little, it wasn't much and they forgave me. I was profoundly grateful to whatever gods were allowing me to sink back into the waltz; it was soothing, and refreshing, and balm to my wounded dignity besides.

We went to a little pub after we met up with Rob again. It was small and quiet and pleasant; there were only three others there.

Then we came home and I did this.