Just when you think you have nothing to write...

When you have a blog, there is a pressure that you put on yourself to write something as often as you can, to keep people up to date on the things you see around you. So tonight when I got back from the office early having gone in early this morning, I was feeling a little lost as to what to say. After all, today I got up, went to the office and came home again at the end of the day. Not exactly riveting stuff!
So after dinner I decided a stroll was in order. So I rang Jenny and Marina, and we went out for a walk, and a gelato. Ice creams in hand, we wandered into the park near the stadium.
Then we heard the music.
Thursday nghts in our park in Florence there is dancing in the park. There was live music - the strangely titled 'Max and Airbag Orchestra' (and I talk a lot so Marina giggled that it might be a good name for me and Massi to steal for a future group!) The airbag in this case however seemed to be mainly connected to the synthesiser which was blaring loudly, whilst the septegenarians (some plus change!) bopped around the dance floor, and the 3 grandkids shook their stuff in the middle. It was a bit like a dance from the Elizabethan movies, with the old biddies sitting around the edge on chairs, and a few game guys picking them up out of their chairs at random for a turn around the floor.
There was a lot of discussion amongst the three of us for the top dancer awards - and it got really tough to pick when the tango started - those guys know the moves! But, as with all tough competitions, we compiled the top 5.
Here they are in reverse order...
Number 5 - Pale green shirt. Nothing special at dancing but gets points for being willing to carry his wife's red handbag across his shoulder as he twirled around.
Number 4 - Any man who was brave enough to dance with the half naked 30 something in the silver bikini top. She was a real health risk for most of those guys!
Number 3 - The lady in the black top, with the fierce expression, who took control of every man she danced with, and pushed them around the floor
Number 2 - The tall guy with the beard, who couldn't dance for toffee, but got high high marks for enthusiasm (and extra laughter points for complete lack of co-ordination!)
and the uncontested number 1 spot goes to..... (drumroll)
The guy with a little white hair, glasses and a purple silky dancing shirt, who picked a different lady for every song (although was demonstrating a preference for the head-to-toe-in-turquoise lady when we left). At the end of every dance, he dashed across the circle as fast as his special black dancing slippers would take him, to claim his next partner.
After at least an hour of giggling, we wandered home, with Marina and I twirling and whirling as we left the park.
Thank you to the Comune di Firenze, and all the dancing folk for making this post WAY more interesting than it would otherwise have been. And of course, to the famous 'Max and Airbag Orchestra"!