It's true, I have got surprises planned for later. I'm planning to go out and buy myself a new printer. Lisa has no idea. I don't actually need a new printer, but the ink's run out on the old one, and I can't be bothered to find out what cartridges I need.
Anyhoo, it might take two to tango on Valentine's Day, but it only takes one to do the freestyle...
The small print at the bottom states that "THIS CERTIFICATE DOES NOT PERMIT THE BEARER TO TEACH", although it does allow her to boss people around against their will. But contrary to (her own) popular opinion, Amelie's not a qualified dance instructor. She is, however, the proud owner of a turquoise rosette, which is almost certainly the highest and most prestigious award available to six-year-olds in the field of professional dancing. And if you're wondering what kind of intricate steps one has to master to achieve this accolade, here's your answer...
It's not strictly ballroom, but the good thing about Freestyle is that you can basically do what you like. And the reason you can see her stomach is because she's tall for her age, not because she's morbidly obese. No, really.
Anyhoo, while I attempt to solve the puzzle of who knocked Amelie's jigsaw on the floor...
... the good news is that the bunk beds have arrived...
So if I want to leave the flat, I either have to put them together, or lose three stone. The latter might be quicker and easier, but I could do with a lie down, so I'm planning to attempt the former.
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All I can see are mattresses, so you could just lie them down on the floor. Oh, I forgot, you don't have any floor. But well done, Amelie, and not quite so well done, Toby!
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