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| You spin me right round... |
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| ...dancing till the early morn |
Day 260
A bleary wakening, aching from the night before. Last night's energetic burly has left me somewhat achey, although that might be a result of 4 short hours' slumber on the sofa in rural Kent. A little walk to a prep-schoolbreakfast, and a short run on a locked-out daughter rescue mission once home in London.
Dancing all night is a fine way to sweat out the beer and many mincers. A huge family gathering, involving several South African rugby players, a bunch of Brazilians and a couple of Japanese (my husband's family is becoming increasingly exotic) and a strong Celtic love of the Dashing White Sergeant and Gay Gordons. What larks: brilliant fun galloping up and down with various nephews, brothers in law and unknown Hooray Henrys from the public school system, to which my in-laws are firmly welded. My generous brother in law and his wife, who run an idyllic prepschool on Wye, opened up the facilities to feed us handsomely. It was a splendid way to see out the dog days of the year, and a reminder of the many forms not-so-serious training can take. Staying active, is what it's all about.
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