The Party's OVER

Eric might not want to go out, but why shouldn’t Izzy enjoy herself once in a while?

- Jill Stitson

Do you remember the parties we had when we were young?’ said Izzy, sipping her coffee?’

‘Course I do,’ replied Jan. ‘We were all hard up and we’d descend on someone’s flat with a bottle, crusty bread, and pineapple and cheese on a toothpick. Amazing how many of us could dance in such small places.’

‘I know, I loved dancing. Still do, but you know Eric – won’t go anywhere near a dance floor now. I didn’t notice at first ‘cos there was only room to sway, or flail our arms about if it was The Stones. Later we went to his firm’s dinner dances and I realised dancing really wasn’t his forte,’ she sighed.

‘That’s putting it mildly,’ Jan murmured.

‘Anyway, what I meant was later. Our girlie parties. You know, Tupperware, then chocolate, then lingerie. Wonder what they do now?’

‘Aha! Funny you should say that, I was just going to invite you to the latest thing. You’ve been looking a bit fed up lately and I’ve got just the thing for you – a good detox,’ said Jan cheerily.

‘Well, thanks a million, but tell me all about it anyway.’

‘It’s called “Bio-Energetic Stimulation”, quoted Jan from a leaflet she’d produced from her bag. ‘No sweat, no exercise involved.’ She looked at Izzy triumphantly, but Izzy looked sceptical.