The week ended with our attendance at the Rotary Club of Alloa Ball. My predecessors had all told me that, whatever else I did in the year, this was one event which I should not miss. Daphne and I were not disappointed, with the fantastic food, the great company and the excellent music all as good as they could possibly be. How the caterers managed to provide such a range of choices for all of the four courses I do not know, but, suffice to say, this was one occasion when I decided not to concern myself over much with my waistline. The dancing was fantastic with old familiar pieces mixed with new dances, always worthwhile to learn about and master. President Robert and his wife Elizabeth certainly know their way round a dance floor, a sign that their time in the Young Farmers was well spent. Where Robert gets his energy from I do not know, but a 2.00am finish to the dance saw him snatch a few brief hours of sleep before being up to deal with the 5.00am milking. I was relieved that my offer to help was either not taken seriously or politely declined, and the extra hours in bed were welcome. It was a lovely way to end the week. I can only say to those Rotarians whose Club has never had a Ball or no longer does so, why not join the good folk of Alloa next year. You will have a night to remember.
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