Ugh, we are into injury time here, it is meds and herb teas to sooth the aching head. You see last night dear reader was the local farmers ball.
Everyone was there, and much dashing of sargeants, gaying of gordons and stripping of willows (poor Willow took it in very good part, but really the weather is a tad chilly for that sort of thing!) took place to the strains (or straining) of accordians and fiddles.
This was a fun and wee bit dressy affaire. The kilts were out in force with sporrans swung neatly to the side to facilitate all that bouncing about on the dance floor.
Ladies were resplendant in a wide variety of outfits. From the 'scrubbed-up-well-and-looking-fab' to the way over the top 'lets-join-Strictly-Come-Dancing-with-enough-sequins-chiffon-and-net-to-scare-the-life-out-of-Bruce-Forsyth look.
I was with Colette (fab black dress and lots of jokes about foundation garments – but that's another story…), Naomi, Simon, Mark, John (of car rescue fame the other week), Marion and 8 others. Ours was a noisy table of feasting and chat. The boys moved two places round the table with each course. This led to some truly surear conversations l can tell you.
The wine flowed, food was fab (tho' someone did comment that the huge ammount of capers on the pate salad looked rather too much like the leavings of Roger Rabbit) the band played and the redoubtable compare guided all through the intricaces of The Virginia Reel and Friendly Waltz and watched in horror as we all leapt about with gay abandon (whose table was she at!?) to eightsome reels and strip the willow. The latter left poor Colette with bruiises like a mugging victim. Really, some of these big farmers just don't know their own strength!
Met up with people l haven't seen in months (years in some cases) and realised that this was actually my first big outing (a) as a singleton, and (b)as a person half my previous size. All rather wierd really. Comments ranged from – Didn't recognise you/What happened to you/How did you do it – to the more basic 'Bloody hell Karon, you've shrunk'.
Must say it was a good re-entry into our little corner of the world.
Cinderella kept her 4" heels on (biggest shock of the night was that l didn't fall off them!) till 2am when she tottered home, grabbed her ferret and two trusty cats and snuggled down to sleep.