soaring rainbows

I have never eaten fish. Well, I must have tried it as a child to know that I didn't want to eat it. One of my earliest memories was of the fear of being forced to eat pilchards in school dinners - I think they usually respected my refusal but occasionally insisted and I would weep in terror.
So it's interesting then that I have spent a week salivating once I saw the menu for the place where we ate out tonight to mark the leaving of a colleague. I've never seen the like before - vegetarian fish and chips, a battered halloumi, the description and photo of which I shall not post as I know some of my blog readers are dieting. It nearly lived up to expectations, tho I found it a bit greasy, maybe cos I'm not used to eating battered food?
Instead here is my new profile pic, as i wanted to keep a rainbow. I wore this combination one night this week - rainbow top, persimmon orange shorts (former jeans I liked too much to throw away when the rip at the knees became too ridiculous so I converted them.) I was trying to do too much in too short a time so borrowed a child's scooter and felt at home in my skin, soaring through my town in this colourful get up.

... I'm still getting up to speed this morning (that's my way of saying I'm sleepy and so not yet doing a million and one things at once). I'm taking a first look at the programme for the weekend next weekend. I think i choose two of these:

https://streetchoirwhitby2015.wordpress.com/the-workshops/

laughter yoga - how awesome!