In which our heroine sleeps in a tree and lindybombs an airport, neither of which she excels at.

I forgot to tell you about one of my favourite bits of my holiday! It was ages ago, now. On the plane over I got talking to the guy sitting next to me, and it turns out he was off to the big swingdance festival in Sweden, and then we ended up in one of the open-plan bars in the terminal, and they played a swing song, and the lady singing smiled at me so I had to get up and dance. I was terrible at it, of course, totally out of practice and trying to dance on carpet, but I loved it anyway. And of course everyone around us enjoyed it too, watching and taking photos and clapping afterwards.

Predictably, I like the idea of lindybombing, and the word* has a nice roll to it as well. Perhaps if I manage my current rash of returning to old classes (capoeira, greek) I'll go back to swing dancing, too.

Some other things have been happening, but the one I'm most excited about is my rediscovery of our tree house. The weekend was so lovely that I managed to convince myself it was a good idea to sleep up there. It was cold, even in a sleeping bag and warm clothes, but it was nice to wake up and watch the day dawn and the birds playing in the tree. I took some tea and snacks up afterwards, and sat in the sunshine and read for a while. I'd been a bit down, and it cheered me up. It reminds me a lot of all the time I used to spend during summer, reading in the fork of a tree or on our roof.

Also: I am very keen on old-fashioned games, these days. We went to the park on Sunday, and played a game that we made up, kind of inspired by human croquet (which I read about in Kate Atkinson's book of the same name). I was quite taken with it. In fact, I think that if anyone ever wants to play parlor games of any sort, I would be delighted. I am also a little enchanted by the Strange Games blog, which I just found.

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*Yes, I know everyone seems to keep it as two separate words, but it's much nicer as one, don't you think?