As TV is dire tonight put your mind to naming my new dance.....
What you do is....
Arrive home from a really relaxing Luxury Facial......one handbag and one shopping bag....
Your neighbour passes you a taken-in-for-you parcel containing the six whisky glasses you ordered......
You're now a bit laden.....but still dreamily relaxed......
As you stretch out your arm to put the key in the door a bee flies up your sleeve....gets a fright and starts buzzing......
You start running in a circle, waving one arm around like a crazy windmill and stamping your feet....god knows what I thought the feet bit would do......but determined to hang on the the whisky glasses.....
Your neighbour watches.....but doesn't join in with the dance.....
He was heading that way, Psyb.....I'd had a chat with him on my way out... he was on the door frame and I asked was it not a bit cold for him to be out..... he must have been heading for warmth..... :-(