Happy feet

The vacillation continues. Took myself off for a walk through the woods this morning and had a strong sense of excitement about the future and getting out there and doing it. A complete turn around from last week. Trouble is that now I don't trust myself to stick with this mindset for long. I'm bound to change my mind about it all over again. I will just get fed up with being so darned introspective and indecisive soon and a decision will be made!

The Christmas party was excellent. I felt really nice in my outfit. The venue was close to home and the atmos great. I got merrily drunk, but not to the state of falling over. Managed some good twirly dancing with Jason even though I was about 6inches taller than him in my high heels. He's a good lead and was able to make me move without my really knowing his style of dancing. The band was playing some laid back jazzy numbers during the champagne reception at the beginning of the evening and I yearned for a Lindy Hop partner and the chance to do some real swing-outs. Few and far between though. G came to pick me up at midnight which was just the right time to leave. Head and feet still a bit sore yesterday, mind you.

Off for a flying visit to Shropshire tonight. Lovely chance to see mum and dad but will be rolling the sleeves up on Monday and helping G sort his house out in the hope of getting new tenants in as soon as possible. He got a phone call from the agent on Friday to say the current tenants had done a bunk without giving notice. Bit of a worry financially speaking, but at least he's got deposits to hold on to. Not the best time of year to be advertising for new people.