Diary date 6th March 2020

Great excitment as prepare for Night Out At Pub. Select suitable clothes, (I hope), and totter there in vertiginous heels. The Big Bopper is Setting Up His Gear when we arrive, and then dons a leopard-skin jacket, crepe soled shoes, and swings into action. He performs Chantilly Lace complete with props, i.e. telephone, and the place is in uproar! Is wonderful! It is absolutely heaving with all ages, although mostly IMPS, (Important Mature People). The women are tricked out in their best, chattering, laughing, drinking, dancing, and having a High Old Time. The mood is infectious, and although Two looks a bit glum, I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Very good, extremely tall lady singer is also performing, and at midnight the Joint is Still Jumping! By this time the Big Bopper is sweating freely, but still game. He is indeed a Very Big Bopper, and I find myself worrying about sudden cardiac arrest, and try to recall recussitation techniques learned in previous life as medical secretary. Can't recall exact procedure, so content myself with making up possible obituary in event of sudden calamity. Get as far as, 'Here lies the Big Bopper, He sure came a cropper'. Luckily, The Big Bopper bopped on merrily with no visible signs of distress apart from the need to change leopard-skin jacket for another of similar ilk, but slightly longer. Am lost in admiration at all this, and totter home extremely late, with aching feet as result of leaping about in vertiginous heels. Will sleep in tomorrow. Two says his ears are ringing from sitting in front of the speakers. Next week is Country and Western night, so am thinking of taking big box of tissues as songs invariably sad.