We don't get out often enough. Who does?
So much to do, expensive, tired.
We're home birds, like our own fayre.
Nice film and a glass of red.
For a 40th we made the effort.
70s the name of the game.
Flamable polyester, larmé and wigs
sweaty and itchy but oh! what fun.
We laughed, danced, ate
prawns in a cocktail, chicken chasseur
and yes, there were shots
of vodka. Not wise.
To mingle and relax
forget the worries,
appointments, therapies, deadlines
THAT is respite.
Go get some x
To read what happened to me when I didn't take any respite, and the need for dear old friends to put it better.
ha very cool!! love the pic and sounds like you had a fun evening..and glad that vanessa persuaded you to link up..smilesReplyDelete