Jingle jangle

Completely contorted today as there was a new teacher at belly dancing who did it a bit differently and I dislocated all sorts of new parts. However, I jingled nicely in my Istanbul Grand Bazaar jingly belt.  Tinkle tinkle.

Trying to keep to the daily prescribed number of calories.  Hopeless.  It seems just about enough food to sustain an anorexic fly.  I will persevere.

Mr Smith has sold our hovel.... I think. Ooooh so exciting.  Now we can buy a new one. House hunting on Saturday.  Yippee.

I am trying to sort out Donna's mat woven on a hulahoop.  It is a disaster.  Seemed such a good idea but, seriously folks, don't try this at home.