When I was waiting to go to the loo for the hundredth time when I did the Lancaster half marathon the other week, I spotted a poster advertising a roller disco.
I had not been to one since I was a teenager, I mentioned it to my friend Tracy and her girls and yes let’s go.
You can’t not get dressed up, so the obligatory leg warmers and tutu were donned.
Was great fun and like riding a bike you never forget how to glide. No falling over and lots of giggles. Will definitely be doing this again.
Another thing ticked off my ever growing fabulist.
