Yes this is a “morning after the night before photo”, and no, I don’t normally look this rough….(she lied)
I know, I should know better at my age, but there are a few things that I can’t resist and having a bit of a boogie to a really good live band is one of them.
It runs in the family, my mother, sister & daughter all have the same inclination( or it goes back to my groupie days………….)
So, on the third weekend in July every year, our village in France has a three day festival, boules, fishing competitions, rides, stalls, vide-grenier, food, wine and a local band or two – this year it was Mission and they were REALLY good.
I could not persuade Trev or my sensible British neighbours to get on the dance floor, where half the village youth were giving it some welly, so I bopped over there on my own.
I enjoyed interpreting a couple of Lady Gaga covers and came sashaying back to my friends only to find my French builder and his family stood with Trev and politely applauding.