It’s a long time since I’ve been to see any kind of dancing; probabIy since me and Bev split. I think the last time was in Scarborough: the last act before I got the hook.

I enjoyed the day, glad I stayed. Bev’s new team suits her very well; and I talked to, or at, a lot of nice folk. Bev reckons I should not try Morris dancing, but when have I ever listened to good advice? Or just plain listened?

I was in the Swan Hotel, got served a pint, waited. The bar lass asked if I wanted it topping up.
“Yes please.”
“You sure you’ve not taken a swig?”
“I’ve been too busy talking, didn’t you hear?”
“Aye! I heard.”

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