Twa Tankers at Anchor

Went for a second session at the dancing today – in the backroom where Mrs Dennison used to teach us.  Post terpsichorean endeavours we went for lunch at the Archive.  I innocently placed my order.  When it came both CMC and me were aghast at the size of it.  CMC, obviously being very lady like, chose wisely.  However, having been brought up never to leave anything on the plate, I started (but only after the waitress had removed the scaffolding).  I got no sympathy – in fact the opposite as CMC could hardly restrain her laughter at times.  In fact at any time.  I even had to breath through me lugs.  I know I’ll no eat until Friday breakfast.    I wanted to go straight to bed.  It’s on such an occasion that a Swadge Room should be available; although I don’t think any length of swadge could address it.  I know I’ll no be getting on the scales until Nov 27th.  After we ordered it really wasn’t worth the weight.  We drove home through an amazing amount of surface water.  Meantime back on the Flow……….