Daddy Dinna Dance
If someone needs to etch an epitaph, in my honour, let me suggest this: Daddy Dinna Dance. My small circle of friends and family will confirm the underlying truth. Although I can walk across the room without stubbing my appendages, I don’t step. In fact, I came across a video, this very afternoon, that offered a beginner class in the “Strathspey”. Don’t understand the term. Can’t match it to my gait. Or canter. In fact, I did the obvious thing: I forwarded the link to my sister. If she finds the video to be relevant, she can come for a visit. And teach me. No need to wait for summer. It was 16C today.
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