Before Manson

The cousins are celebrating.  It was about 18 years ago that cousin one said to cousin two, 'I have waited my whole life for a boy cousins and it's been seven years - that's a along time!'    They looked very alike today as they enjoyed each other's company.  They hadn't yet started with the Marylin Manson make-up, but it's in the bag which sits between them.  Cousin one had made a special effort to get up from London in time for the lunch.  He was shattered but we were very grateful for his efforts.  There were however spaces, our girls were missing, posted working.   The four cousins can enjoy the pub in the summer when they might all be together.

We all sat head banging throughout lunch, the music was infectious.  So much so that in the evening I took myself off to an impromptu Salsa class, Snake hips and all.  Mr Cat (el Gato) was such a character and happy to hold my hand until I got my wisened brain around the turns.  My brain is still spinning.  The girls decided that this is the new exercise and we shall be sewing frills onto the hems of our dresses for the rest of the week.  Aribba!