Russian Dancing Bears

Hi there! Well a week has passed since I started this blog. Only problem is its about 750000 in the search page list, so i guess I'm more alone than I thought! I had my daughters Deb Ball on Friday night and it was sadly amusing to see all the blokes my age dancing with their daughters (using the term dancing very loosely) we were all a bunch of 'stiffs in our suits' moving like dying fish out of water. Guess thats what we were, a bunch of fish, gasping for air. It would have been akin to watching a circus act of ravishing beauties partnered up with trained Russian Dancing Bears. After the dance my back ached and my feet were sore. Yep, getting old. Finally got a fence up around my new house this week. There have been problems getting the Dork that owns the house next door to agree on fence, I eventually had to kill him. Just kidding, anyway the fence defines certain boundaries, the cat is happy we have boundaries and so am I. Years ago I would not have cared so much, but now I need to know my limits and my boundaries. So, time for a group hug everyone!!!. If anyone is actually reading this, THANKYOU! OH thankyou so much.