SNOW IN LONDON

Here is a photo of my girlfriends off last night to the grown up equivalent of the school disco. A gathering in an out building of sorts of mostly married couples ranging from 40 – 50. The big difference is that unlike school discos where you are too embarrassed to dance because everyone is looking at you – we don’t care any more. Admittedly we all had to keep reapplying our orders at the bar to get us in the mood for “devil may care” dancing but once we were on the dance floor strutting our funky chicken stuff there is nothing better than dancing like twats. My friend was even doing her air guitar moves with gay abandon. To be honest, the only bad thing was that our children weren’t there to be excruciatingly embarrassed by their parents dancing – because these days, it doesn’t get better than that.

Is it just me, or can you actually see a heart shaped snow flake in the right hand corner? It’s a sign! It’s a sign!