The Lasses Limber Up

Amongst today's intimations is the fact the the Current Mrs Creel thinks l am going through the change.  All because l have developed an obsession with wearing wooly socks.  After delivering Caroline's cake, and post dancing, we are agog.  This coming week we will be dancing on six out of the next seven days. 

Meantime, in this morning's dance session, my pumps were red hot in the Brisk Young Lad.  We also were Antarctic Bound. I danced with Bunty. 

Across in Hoy.  George Cload was on the boat.  Still reading? Then  call 0800 000 0008.