Song, dance, life!
We spent two nights away last weekend as my birthday present to Sir Pe. Where? Out near the archipelago south of Stockholm at an African song and dance camp.
We slept in some rather hard bunk beds, but the pretty view (from our bedroom window) over the summer meadows made up for the stiffness in our limbs. And the anklebiters were in heaven spending two nights on the dizzying heights of the top bunk!
There was beautiful song, new friends and old were enjoyed, food was served and the washing up done for us – and, of course, there was lots of rhythm and groove and dancing.
The dance was strenuous but so full of joy. And it came naturally…
Stick out your bottom.
(But in my case, no extra effort needed to get the jiggle effect.)