My dancing steps

Discovered just before we should go to bed that the marquise at our terrace was out, as well as it was snowing! The marquise has never ever been taken out winter time. It is kept dry under it’s cover on the wall. I understood I ignorant had touched the button on the remote control, which was placed in a drawer in the living room. I immediately put on clothes and boots, went out dancing and knocking under the awning with a broom to get the snow off. Wasn’t easy. The wet snow had partly frozen to the awning cloth. Mrs B was hanging out of the windows in the first floor brushing as good as she could to get the snow off. I have promised her I will never ever touch the button on the remote control again, winter time.