Life today

I suppose I should set the scene. I am sat, in my pyjamas, at the dinning room table eating crumpets and honey for breakfast and wondering how long I can put off getting ready. This afternoon we are heading up to London, where we're staying until Sedona's flight on Tuesday morning. Not one of us has packed, and I am not dressed.
Life generally is better. Getting up every morning to take Sedona in really helped, and, amongst other things, I now have an amazing (rusty, fourth-hand, but mine) bike, which I've finally managed to fix up enough to be rideable, and which now has an exciting old-fashioned bell and wicker basket and all sorts of wonderful things! I am looking forward to taking it out and about (read: pushing it up hills) in Exeter.
I fixed up my dance kit, and made myself new wavers, which I think I'm going to attempt to do purple trimming on (possibly maybe). I've personalised it all a lot more: my buttons are now very subtly green and blue and orange, and I have little polka-dotty ones on my sleeves and my wavers are edged in red, green, and blue. All good stuff.
Friday night we went to watch Sedona perform in three concerts at Dartington: a solos performance, an 90 minute operatic extravaganza, and in the Gospel Choir. She was outstanding, particularly when singing gospel. I spent the 5 or 6 hours we were there thinking: about everything and anything, but mostly about feminism and the different moulds of woman. Also giggling a little at some of the more extreme opera faces sported by a select few performers.
Yesterday we danced, and we danced, and we danced. Beltane Border celebrated its tenth anniversary (babies, H&G has been going for at least 25) with a day of massed morris around Topsham. We caught a boat up at 9.45, and danced until 5, when we returned to Teignmouth for a hog roast and ceilidh. The ceilidh was surprisingly simplistic for a morris ceilidh, and the band suffered from a lack of driving percussion, but it was still generally wonderful. Sedona and I danced almost every dance, messed around in Rosa, and sang I Will Survive down the cavernous corridors.

I need to go. Honey is sticky, and I really must pack soon.