17 Ramadhan, 1444
Thought of Mum a few times today, on the anniversary of her death. Funnily enough the most vivid memory concerned her dancing. Her determination to cut the rug on any weekend at a workingman's club was a thing to behold, Something I didn't inherit, though I'm like her in any number of other ways. Not sure that Dad could ever really keep up, which, I suspect, resulted in a fair amount of criticism raining down on him.
Can't help but wonder why dancing doesn't feature on the curriculum. Bit of a non sequitur, I know, but it's running late and I declare myself beyond mere connections.
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