The Last Dance

A few months back, my old girl turned ninety and we threw her a bit of a do. Family and friends pitched up to make a fuss and shower her with gifts of cards, cash, flowers and scratchcards – she’s always liked a flutter. Sadly, she only won a tenner. Just as the party was drawing to a close, an old friend – or rather an old flame – of mine videoed us smooching on the dance floor. I thought I’d lost the footage but have just found it on my smarty pants phone. Mother looked suitably regal in the girly crown I picked up from the Pound Shop. I see my bald patch is getting bigger.

9 thoughts on “The Last Dance

  1. Sweet. Lovely woman and she looks great in red. And don’t worry about your bald patch. I remember seeing “The King and I” when I was a kid. Yul Brynner was King and was beautifully bald. I fell for him (I was ten) and have loved bald ever since.

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