Army of Ink #60

She forgot she could dance around the lounge room.

When you haven’t got anyone to play with – play by yourself.   Mark it in your diary-  on your fridge … “I MUST dance around the lounge room all by MYSELF.” 

This ink has been sitting in my draw (without a story – until now).   I’d been spending some time with a friend this week who is battling it out with cancer and was feeling/looking dreadful (all puffed up and sore with fluid) when I left her on Wednesday arvo.   She text me later that evening with the message …”I’m dancing around the lounge room and it’s gone!”  She’d been watching a show where a woman lost x amount of kilos by dancing around the lounge room which inspired her to move – and the fluid.   A story for a story there.  I admit, it’s something I do alot, alone - not for fat burning - for fun!   And despite my friend’s circumstances, we’ve had alot together this week.  So crank up the music and let the dancing begin … This one’s for you Fi x