How many of you have done something daft but at the same time made you lots of friends.
How many of you will own up to doing something crazy to help break the ice.?
This tale was something that happened well over 45 years ago.
I was recovering from a broken wrist which happened as I went to catch a box as it fell from an overhead cupboard that I was clearing out.
I had broken bones previously but it was through doing it at this particular time and going to the A@E department of the local hospitaI was told I had Osteoporosis.
Not a lot was known about this at that time so was just given calcium tablets to take and pain killers that have not made much impression over the years because I have since broken both hips now pinned but one has never healed after breaking it in three places plus bones in my vertebra and my arms as well as fractured ribs.
I am now at the age of 91 and just had a bone infusion.
Not sure what the is specialist is expecting but whichever way it goes I doubt whether it will help now.
With all the meds they have given me over the years to fight this deterioration of my bones it has, so the docs think, caused another problem of an enlarged colon.
Oh the joys of getting old.
I am more than glad I managed to enjoy dancing while still young enough to get about.
Anyway back to the tale.
As hubby and myself had no grandchildren then and our parents had passed on plus our son had is own life to lead because he was married we decided to go away for Christmas.
We loved dancing and asked the group we belonged to if they were interested.
They all thought it would be nice break and they would celebrate the New Year with their families for a change.
I think it was mainly because the families of our friends used to go to Mum and Dads for dinner on Christmas Day and our dancing Mum's and Dad's decided it would be a lovely change for them to let someone else do the cooking and to have a good time into the bargain without having to do SO much work to entertain their own families as much as they loved them.
It was a break from tradition BUT it seemed to catch on then and more started to do it. This was around the late 1980s
Cliff and I went with about 4 other couples for an all-in break consisting of entertainment and full board to a massive hotel in Whitby.
Or so we thought .
Unfortunately the manager did not seem to understand that the guests wanted what they had paid money for so we all played up because we found that no entertainment had been booked for any of the nights we were staying there.
What was booked when we paid for the holiday had been cancelled and as it was SO close to the date of the guests arriving I think the manager thought he might get away with it.
Folk had come from around the Midlands expecting a darn good holiday as it had stated in the brochure.
The couriers from each coach party went and had a talk to the manager telling him that it wasn’t good enough and something had to be done and done quickly.
A lot of phoning went on and during our evening meal the manager came round to say he had at GREAT expense managed to hire a chap with a keyboard for the holiday.
Also if we wanted to dress up a big boxful of old clothes and shoes were outside the ballroom door.
I am not sure whether he wanted us to cheer him or jeer him.
No one said anything because a damper had already been put on the guests and many were saying they wished they had not come.
Anyway after the meal we made our way to the ballroom.
Faces were very glum while the chap who played the keyboard was sorting his music out.
I decided that this wasn’t the way to start Christmas off and I went outside and came back with these odd shoes on.
I asked the bloke on the keyboard to play a jig for me.
Hence the photo which broke the ice.
My antics trying to lift my feet up on two size 11s especially one being an old boot got folks giggling and set the ball rolling as you might say.
I didn’t care if I did look like a plonker ( I had not even had a ruddy drink before doing this, not that I was a drinker ) as long as it lifted the cloud that had settled.
It did and the place was in uproar.
When it was time to come home I had many folk coming to me with their phone numbers asking me if I would let them know if I would be going away the following year because they would love to be in my company.
Sounds very bigheaded of me doesn’t it but it is the truth.
I thought it was lovely of them.
It turned out to be one of the best Christmas holidays that we ever had.
IF you get cheesed off with my ramblings just tell me to take a LONG walk off a SHORT pier. 
