Ginger Day Dancing.
Top of Ginger Day to you. I am delighted to discover on the interweb, 'angry dancing'.
I love the idea of having a dance to express how you feel, although not interpretive dance or any of that bollocks- 'Quick Charmaine, you are a tree, a tree on a moor, and there's lightening, and fog, and howling wee beasties! Now Dance it. DANCE IT LIKE YOU"VE NEVER DANCED IT BEFORE!" ( I was in drama school, I know this sort of thing, I did mime for chrissake. MIME!)
I already have a 'spoiled brat' dance, where I do skippity hops in a tight circle when ever I don't get my own way. This is a left over move from my much ignrored younger self, where twirling twirling always twirling was the only way a cat could stop herself from poisoning her assembled female family members. Verily there is a lot to be said for twirling.
I also have a very fine dance for when the phone rings too often in the house, sometimes that dance ends with the phone sailing in a magical arc to the bottom of the garden. True story- the phone has been chucked out the back door so many times now it doesn't really work any longer, leaving the paramour to frown and say things like, 'These portable phones are really rubbish, how many is this we've had?'
'Dunno lovely person' I will say, twirling from the room. ( Avoidance dancing)
Phones! Highly over rated tools. Dances for emotions, highly thumbed up this fine SPRING like morning.
Labels: rather happy thanks.