Cookie (or as now known "secret cookie" on blogspot!) and I have just got back from a salsa weekend in Norfolk.

OH. 

MY.

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did we have a GOOOOOOOD time?  DID WE!!!!!!!!!!!!  Great classes, teachers with personalities to fill a room and fabu-deliciously devine guys to keep us on the dance floor till the wee hours.  And with Cookie's easy company and conversation, not forgetting the discussion at 03.30 about spreadsheets which was a sure thing to send me off to sleep, the experience was thoroughly enjoyable.

Despite the back screaming at me, it held up well enough.  Whilst I shall have to see how long it takes for me to recover from the limited sleep and disfunctional hours I'm hoping that with my confidence restored I can keep my mo-jo going, albeit pacing myself.

Long may it continue.  It needs to so that I can venture up to London to see my old pals, my new pals and to dance with E the sweetie and feel like a million dollars.

"Your my favourite" was still my favourite (although E the sweetie is a strong contender now) and despite the usual artic reception from his other half, by Sunday I'd managed to at least have a dance and chat without feeling the daggers and voodoo dolls were out for me.  Some situations are just crap.  But at least we danced and my soul felt happier for it.

And now... I'm off to bed to catch up on some sleep