Great things about blogging #979

>> Thursday, 29 December 2011

It allows you to record moments like this which would otherwise be lost in the post-Christmas haze...

This evening, my sister (the erstwhile blogger 'Footballer's Knees'; far funnier than me, in case you were wondering, but also far busier -which is why she is no longer blogging), and I happened to be in the same room at our parent's house when an Irish jig popped up amongst the medly of Christmas songs on the cd player.

Imagine it; the music seamlessly segued from Mr Crosby's dulcet-toned 'White Christmas' to the sort of thing you would expect to hear at your school assembly on St Patrick's Day. Or at least, what you would expect to hear if you went to a Roman Catholic primary school, as FK and I did.

Reader, you would be pleased to know that, despite our lack of immediate Irish heritage (oh, it's there, alright, but you need to go back a few generations through Lancastrians determined to hide it before you get there, and frankly, find me an English Catholic without it), FK and I lined up and immediately assumed the stiff-backed, knees up to our chins, feet going crazy, heel-tapping, tippy-toed leapage that we all know and love from River Dance. Well, not exactly like River Dance, perhaps. But close enough, begorrah.

We cantered sideways across the (very small) dining room, straight arms linked to each other's shoulders, before repeating the exercise in the other direction, and then forward and backwards in perfect (PERFECT, I tell you) synchronicity with each other.

My older son and nephew had no idea what the hell we were doing, but were obviously incredibly impressed by our display.

Although I think the chances of either of them wanting to take Irish dancing lessons may just have been blown to smithereens by the sight of us.

Sorry, great great great great grandmammy...


Tattie Weasle 29 December 2011 at 22:30  

Giggling at the mere thought of it! Perfect moments encapsulated forever!

Nora 30 December 2011 at 00:06  

Sometimes timing in life is everything and that has to be in the genes as well, don't you think?

Iota 30 December 2011 at 01:39  

Shouldn't it be FK, not FC?

London City Mum 30 December 2011 at 16:07  

Oh to have been a fly on the wall.
Or on the couch, for that matter!


Potty Mummy 30 December 2011 at 22:47  

TW, isn't that (one of the many) reasons why we do this?

Nora, I suspect you're right.

Iota, I don't know WHAT you're talking about. (Thank god for the edit option).

LCM, well obviously the flies were joining in too.

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