Super Trouper.

There was a general meeting at work yesterday, which meant that us consultant were pretty much left to own devices. No one around to hear our complaints, no one yelling in the background, no loud discussion on deadlines just the sweet hum of silence. You think that with wonderful stillness we would find something better then ABBA to fill the happy void with. No, no such luck, the CD we slipped into the player, the volume we cranked and ABBA we played, bouncing about to the lyrics of Mamma Mia. [Four grown engineers bopping along to ABBA is quite a sight, let me tell you.]

I remember dancing to ABBA as a child. I would carefully slip the LP, yes I am that old, out of its cover and gently place it on the record player. Then I would turn the stereo full out and dance my little heart out. I miss those days; dancing in the dappling sunlight, spinning about, feet gliding across the wooden floors of the hallway, toes occasionally getting caught in our big shaggy orange carpet. To this day I can still remember the lyrics to their various songs and they always bring me back. The ABBA days were good days, the worries were fewer, the days seemed longer and brighter, playtime lasted all day long.