Run down, down town.

J dropped me off in town this morning, and then he went on to Llandow to meet the boy's. I was on my way back to the bus station, and still without a blip, so I thought I would show you a photo of the building where my Dad used to go for ballroom dancing lessons, and it was called, Madame Browning, school  of dance. ( the top floors) My Dad was one of four boy's, and like most families in those day's not very well off. When he told me he used to go to lessons in ballroom I realized he only went to impress the ladies. Well he did well, because he certainly attracted the best, my Mum.