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Saturday morning Tim and I went jogging in Milton Country Park again. Jogging there, or on the tow-path is definitely correct, it's very pleasant.

Contrariwise, jogging ought to work, but seems very problematic, not simply because of the rep it's acquired as what people do gratuitously. The bottleneck often seems to not be tired, but in being able to breathe, I'm flattened by that almost instantly, whereas later on, I would ceilidh for three hours, and feel fairly exercised afterwards.

Afterwards, we went to Tesco's coffee shop, talked about linguistics, programming, and romance.

I spent the afternoon answering some emails and so on, and then went to poohsoc, which was very entertaining. I would say more, but really, indescribable is most appropriate.

Finally, I went on to the ceilidh, which was very fun. Everything just clicked, all of the dances were easy, there were lots of nice people there (fivemack, atreic, sonic, Jenny S. T., Poohsoc Ed, hmmm_tea and thethirdvoice) to dance with.

There were several pleasing dances I remembered but hadn't seen for ages, the basket dance, and the flirtation dance. And there was a waltz-like dance, which for once I did in the nick of time manage to adapt my old waltz reflexes to (otherwise it makes me even worse than a beginner).

The callers were good and amusing (and I think new?), although I think unpractised at calling for beginners, I maybe ought to know by now what all the terms mean, and which way round the hall one waltzes at country dancing, but it's something that, even if you don't want to walk through in detail, is helpful to just mention so anyone lost can get the idea and be guided into the specific steps by watching people near them.