Dancing my feet off
D&G got married at the weekend. A most beautiful day with both looking radiant.
An unusual wedding dinner of melon, steak pie and trifle was enjoyed to the full and then unceremoniously burnt away with the ceilidh. I managed all but two turns (one Gay Gordons and The St. Bernard’s Waltz i think) and by that time had stopped drinking the sherry (though what good sherry it was!) and was on to the water and diet coke.
New shoes didn’t hinder the dancing (much) but I did have difficulty getting to the taxi at the end of the evening.
Note to self – buy proper dancing shoes or wear known comfortable shoes and not new shoes bought the week before!