My sister

My sister Elaine lives in Devon. She has not seen the gallery yet. Only the outside. It's not that I won't let her in she has just been very busy. And I did not have the keys when she visited. Ok so we did fall out for a few weeks. I have a canoe which I put a motor on and I wanted to pull a blow up crocodile to the pub but there was mutiny on the boat and her kids got out of the canoe and said they would rather walk back so I let them (in their teens I must add). However she has followed my progress and made a comment about the pole dancing pole I have in the gallery. To me dance is very very important. The one thing you should know about dyslexia is that the mind is very active. It is hard to concentrate. It jumps around. It looks for the next thrill. By that I mean it is a thirsty sponge. However in my case it gets so loaded it becomes useless so I dance to empty declog. Getting back to Elaine. I explained to her that not many people know that pole dancing is an art form. It can be so graceful. She asked if I would be dancing on it and I said no. And she said it was probably good idea not too as baring my inner soul on a blog page was probably enough.