You make me feel like dancing...

There aren't any elevators in my mum's house (I'm now out of the hotel) so I've just taken to dancing everywhere else.

I spent hours on the phone to The Chaplain today. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I'm really conscious that when I talk to him I am really drawn by the intensity with which he says things. I'm nervous that I might start to like him, or maybe I'm nervous that I might and I'm conscious that spending a year being in love with someone I couldn't have in the past, I don't want to repeat that again. Really it's all a bit much for knowing someone a few days (or at least knowing them for years but only connecting for a few days). So I am hoping it's just a big red warning light in my head coupled with the emotional high of finishing a huge event (and year of the same). Anyway, I am enjoying the high and the dancing...

Speaking of emotion, today was full of it. I spent the afternoon with my dad and covered a lot of ground. Words can't describe what this did to me. The Chaplain says this is because he prayed for me, something I jumped on and opposed with a lot of vigour. Divine intervention aside, it really was something.

I have to go, my feet are tapping, my hips are swaying, and I feel a wiggle coming on.

I'm gonna dance the night away....