We had folk dancing in the Manor tonight and I have been told I have no rhythm. Oh well. The one guy I danced with didn't have any earthly clue how to waltz, so...
Anyway, it was fun. We landed on each other's feet and got into each other's personal space, got all confused about left and right and smacked into five people who DID have it right.
They're all leaving for London tomorrow (we get Fridays off around here); I couldn't afford it so I'm staying here this weekend. Hope I will get some really nice video of the inside of the manor tomorrow when everyone is gone.
My back has been killing me for a week now and I'm starting to get fed up. I had maybe, maybe a couple hours of respite this week from it (didn't hurt yesterday morning) but now I must have yanked something 'cause now it hurts again.
I hate to, pardon my French, bitch, but it's difficult when your life is ruled by how much ibuprofen you need to be able to move like everyone else in the morning. It's bloody flipping frustrating when you dance even a little bit and you know darn well that your back, knees, ankles, and probably yes, even hands will pay in the morning.
There I go whining again. Sorry. Ignore that last paragraph or so-I think I'm just tired.
So, anyway, by 9 AM tomorrow most (if not all of them) will be away for a couple of days. I am really, really hoping they leave the rooms open over the weekend (they can lock the doors up there when they need to) so that I can get some beautiful video shots up there-it'll give me enough material to post for several weeks, provided I let you have it little by little...
:)
Cheers,
Bec
2 comments:
Noooooooo! You can't let us have it little by little! It'd be killing us wee bit by wee bit!!!!!!
Wee? You'd think YOU were closer to Scotland than me...I'm hearing real bloody Scottish accents here, lass.
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