Got up at 8:07.
Dreamed of working in the Sackville house's garden in the spring, with mud-filled ditches; vacuuming the dust out of an appliance's inner motor.
Baked brown bread overnight.
We went to Canada Square where I saw Spider and the parents saw About Schmidt. Spider was taut, atmospheric and brilliantly creepy. Ralph Fiennes kept going so far but never over the top. (I'd seen the trailer umpteen times.) Great directing job by David Cronenberg. Oddly, I heard someone snoring. Afterward we had a Chinese buffet dinner at the nearby Mandarin Restaurant.
Then I went straight to the dance studio. Dawn taught a tango class with the Argentine link and promenade flare. (For me, the flare is the hardest tango step so far.) At the dance party, instead of a line dance we did a mambo in a circle, passing the women around. Great snakes, Natalia really knows how to dress well! Tonight she had this short-sleeved red shirt with these things on the shoulder like mini-epaulettes.
Another headache.
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