Christmas Memory

March 13, 2017

When the Christmas newsletter arrived, on the front page it carried quite a nice picture of us dancing. It was the work break up party and I knew well in advance that we would be making news that evening because we even surprised ourselves, as well as the others, with our gyrations. This was the first time that we had danced together but we didn’t miss a beat.   Amazing really!

 

The Champagne flowed and we danced on. We were still on the floor toe tapping happily when the cleaners came to clear the hall. Exhilarated at the realisation that we had this love of dancing in common we headed for the car. It transpired that I had consumed more Champagne than my partner because he was fit enough to drive and I soon found myself rummaging in my purse for the keys to my front door. We were still shaking hands but on an impulse I turned back and planted a kiss on his cheek before ducking inside and slamming the door in his face.

 

But Christmas Day I spent alone!

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