Not another ceilidh!

Ah cannae abide another......

I couldn't resist snapping this gent on the way back from the gym this morning. He was muttering away to himself and it seemed unlikely that water was the last liquid to have been held by the empty bottle beside him. I felt that his body might be feeling much the same as mine did, at the thought of yet another celidh - the last for this year - in the evening.

In the end, the ceilidh was a great success, and while not as smart as the usual Ball at the Copacabana Palace Hotel, the price was right and we had far more young people (good for retirees, too) - and we still had the privilege of some delicious food, provided by the Hotel.

And when we picked up the pieces of ourselves the next morning, all we had to do was finish shovelling clothes into cases and board a plane for the U.S of A. Whoopee!