I waitied in the car for 10 minuetes reading Look magazine and waiting to see if someone else would turn up. Thankfully 2 very glamourous looking ladies did. So i heaved my podgy primark clad butt outta my car and braved the dance academy.
Once inside i was met with a pristine reception and smiling faces where we talked about Legoland as we changed into our shoes (Apparently they have a wasp infestation problem).
The warm up was fast and furious and amazingly i didn't put too many feet wrong, i was even asked if i'd done it before as a child. I haven't so i was very impressed with myself. As the session wore on it became increasingly apparent that not only am i the largest member of the class i'm also the technically weakest member as my twirling and toe steps leave a lot to be desired.
So if you hear strange tapping noises coming from my kitchen i am not beating eggs but am practicing my steps as it's the only hard floor in the house.
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