THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE!
I can't believe I did it! Every time I think about it I cringe with embarrassment!
The monthly sing-around at our local was heaving last night and BF3 insisted on playing a round of foot stamping hornpipes! So I did! Foot stomp that is! In fact it was a full blown solo Morris dance minus sticks and feathers!
Having read a poem of lofty, thought provoking spirituality earlier in the evening my reputation for being a serious poet is now in tatters and I'll never be able to set foot in the place again!
The only bright spot is Nearest and Dearest is blissfully ignorant of the whole shameful spectacle as he was happily decorating the bathroom! Phew!
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I think that the serious stuff should always be offset by a bit of fun - as long as the kids are not around to see it, 'cause then we never live it down!
The other night when I was out at a
similar sounding thing, suffering
from a sort of post viral glums, I not only subjected my friends to my cursed mood, but tippled too much.
I find that a far greater
embarrassment.
You enjoy yourself, we are all a long time under the lid!
the effort to socialise with you, why, then it's non of his .
Daff
