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At Sofer's following a long, lazy morning of pancakes and crossword-puzzle solving (the Saturday! with one recourse to outside references (searched "trevor cats" and was able to get "Nunn" just from scanning the results), so, we are quite impressed with ourselves). So-so English dance the night before; Kelilah and Letzan may be pleased to hear you managed to miss Christchurch Bells (yes, *again*), a lot of the same figures over and over and over again, and too much historical background from the fussy little man. On the other hand, the otherwise boring two-couple Playford had a tune awfully like the Monty Python theme (or Liberty Bell March), and the last few dances were pretty good - very pretty waltz tune on the last, and some actual fast and energetic dances before that of which the evening had been rather lacking. And then I pulled Sofer and SP into an experiment on three-person waltzing that succeeded in not whacking into anybody, though we're still a bit muddled on what should really be going on with the feet.

Currently procrastinating the walk down to my bus, and trying to decide whether I really want to stop and shop on the way back (dead elastic in another bra, despite scrupulous not-machine drying, foo), and whether I can do that without finally buying wacky camo pants.