Dispensation

Had a talk with Mrs H today. We were watching Strictly Come Dancing. We talked about the professional dancers while I tried to keep my eyes off the stunning Russian women. They seemed so supple, bendy and beautiful. We discussed the Curse of Strictly and the many celebrities who succumb to unexpected Eastern European temptation.

I made the point (which didn’t go down well) that in the event that I danced up-close for weeks on end with a Strictly Russian beauty, I would probably succumb too.

I requested special dispensation to go astray in that unlikely event.

Permission denied!