Sunday morning

A variety of things have arrived at my bedside this morning.

A jar of stick insects
A power ranger
A crying child in knee high socks
Someone very small wearing my heels
A glass jar with money in (waved above my head with vigour)
Ribena and ibuprofen
And these charcoal hands

Me and my dancing and cocktail drinking wounds need to get up.

Hunger is now getting the better of me.

A word of warning - if you rub deep heat into your tired dancing feet late at night you might just accidently put it on your face too.

PS.Welcome back to someone I haven't had a silly dance with since she started producing children. At one point she thought she'd never get back.........!!