In years gone by our social diary would be filling up for the New Year. There would be, still are, many a venue for those of us who love dancing, along with Big Band music and all that goes with the genre. It had to be entered into a diary because my wife's work in the ambulace service meant around the clock shift pattern. Inevitably she would discover that she would be on a shift that clashed with an event, but a chat with a colleague and a shift swap, and we would be at that venue.
Retirement has meant that we can go wherever we want, but her surgery in late 2024 has all but curtailed any sort of energetic socialising. But, as the lady says, she can still listen and dance in her head.
Yesterday I bought tickets for
Si Cranstoun. He will be headlining at an event in a hotel about a thirty minute drive away, which means I could buy day tickets at £30 rather than the weekend price of £289.
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Yesterday was expensive after getting our car serviced and repaired, add in the cost of the classic MG's repair, (the fuel gauge wasn't working,) and my wallet was considerably lighter.
The mention of funerals reminded me that we said farewell to three frieds in 2025. New Year's Eve was particularly painful to see the husband of one of those friend's departed. We were at their golden wedding anniversary party just a few years ago and now he is a widower.
On the positive side though, my lady continues to improve, she spent yesterday evening in her cabin, sorting out fabrics, patterns and such like. She has slowed down but there's that sparkle in her eye and her demeanor is much more positive. She's aching to get back on the dance floor.