We dodged puddles and thought "Wouldn't it be great if London was this empty everyday!" and I took Z to see what was left of the Cans Festival and most of it was intact but some of the truly beautiful art had been defaced. Why would you do that? Back at the Royal Festival Hall they held a Spring Ballroom event where pensioners strutted their stuff dressed to the nines. It was as if we turned up on a cruise liner. Some of them were really good. I wonder if we, when we get to that age, will be breakdancing or dancing big box little box moves to house music dressed up in baggy jeans and trainers :)

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