My friend ( Clair ) suggested that as a ‘coping strategy’ I write here on my blog about funny things that have happened to me in the past.
As I’m not feeling altogether cheerful, it will probably affect how I recount stuff, but I’ll have a go.
If you find something funny, please tell me.
That’ll at least justify my having made the effort.
Tell the world about dancing down the village main street with your trousers tucked into your socks on St David’s Day. I have no doubt you can be funny about that. 😀 And you never know – some mean old sod might even have photos! (No, not me.)
Ah Lisa,if only that was where it ended.
Morris dancing as a school child in Wales was compulsory, walking down the street 30 years later, wearing only one sock ( if you get me ) was voluntary.
I think something similar happened on a ski trip once. But as Alwyn will testify: what happens in Bulgaria stays in Bulgaria. 😉