The prospect of inappropriate dancing brings me to this paragraph. This morning, as I purchased some food from the sandwich van, an old skool track landed on the radio. I almost raised my hand in a pointy gesture and said tooooooon to the sandwich lady. I refrained. However I was unable to stop myself from enjoying a brief, excited, mini dance. Had she joined in - I could have grabbed my whistle, which I always carry, just in case and the carpark rave might have gone off. However, my dancing was entirely one-sided. There was just me, holding food and a rainbow purse. On the plus side, I was not wearing my top back to front. It had been noticeablely so when I dropped my daughter off at holiday club. No one wants to dance at a sandwich lady with incorrectly placed clothing. There's something very wrong about that whole sentence.
Anyhoo, despite moderate embarrassment from this morning’s impromptu car park rave, I am left determed to dance the evening away. This will take place in my lounge. I hope I don't get too hot.
PS. I actually have a rainbow purse. It has a smiley badge on it. I do not carry a whistle around in readiness for unexpected raving - though it seems like a habit worth getting into.
PPS. This was the toooooon: