Happy New Year

1st day of 2010. I was very late at work last night, dancing the night away, and didn't get home until 3am. Fort William does an excellent Hogmany Bash in town, with a very good Cover Band and a Ceilidh band. It's a big family night, but the gorgeously clad teenagers of Lochaber were out in force in unbelievably high heeled shoes, and short dresses, with hands constantly hitching up strapless dresses. Dancing required minimum movement or boobs would fall out, or girls would fall off their shoes. My biggest hazard was wide-legged trousers which were too long for me, and I would find myself being wheeched along in a Canadian Barn Dance, with my trouser leg pinned to the floor by the dancers behind me. I need to get a short skirt. I even tripped over my own trousers at one point. I wonder if someone is blogging about the silly lady in the unbelievably baggy trousers who nearly fell over herself.

Meanwhile, back at home, having chatted with mum and Meg about what they might watch that night, I specifically said that I didn't think they would be watching Still Game. Whilst we think it is very funny, (2 old men living in a run down part of Glasgow, and adventures they have with their cronies), the language is very coarse and I thought it might not be to Mum's liking. It was a surprise to learn, therefore, that they had watched all 5 episodes on a DVD + the actual episode that was on for Hogmany. Nana now talks like she drinks down the pub in the East End of Glasgow, and I have had to check her for her language on 2 occasions!

WE got up for the New Years day hill race and I think I probably amassed 3.5hrs of sleep, max. It was my first race in a very long time, but is one of my favourites. It starts at the bottom gondola of the ski resort and follows the Downhill bike track to the restaurant at the top. It was snow and ice all the way, with 98 runners competing. Spook was probably in the top 15 and I was definately in the bottom 15. But it was very enjoyable apart from the cold stone that was sitting heavily just inside my chest, hampering my breathing, the aching limbs and the painful, bent over back from the continual climbing position. The girls just in front of me talked all the way and Ellen sang "somewhere over the rainbow" as we crested the last rise before the end. They coached and encouraged each other all the way and it was a pleasure to hang on to their shirt tails. Spook has always puzzled over girls ability to talk whilst running.

Now it is time to get ready for the Roybridge Village dance. Lot's of weel kent faces, strip lighting in the hall, accordianist sitting up on the stage and my favourite dance of the year. Wish I could keep my eyes open. Can't believe it is a year since we had our own village dance with the Sinclairs in Helwick St in Wanaka. That was fun.

I will start the Sunday Blog this week - which gives me one day off.