Last night I Went Out. I didn’t go to Sainsburys without the children, or to Toys R Us for last minute birthday treats, or to fill the car up with fuel, or to a friend’s house for tea to socialise our children with their children. Nope. I Went Out To a Pub. And THEN I Went To a Club. I Got Too Drunk. I Danced (ok, I sort of shuffled like, well like a 30 something pissed woman with a bad back). I Got Home Too Late. And Today I Am Hungover.
It has been so long since I have been out for a dance. Certainly not with a bad back that’s for sure. I knew it would be painful today, but actually, I cared very little. Jagerbomb anyone? I suspect there is always going to be a pay-off when I go out as today my back is a bit delicate, and my left leg is firing pins and needles like crazy and my numb patches have increased. But, it’s not like I am going to do this every week so I can cope with that sacrifice, because for a tiny little bit of time it felt like I didn’t have a bad back.