There’s no two ways about it – today I have been mostly VERY COLD. The cold arctic wind found its way into every nook and cranny as I walked to work. I was sitting at my desk looking like a great big pimply goose. And I have spent this evening sitting in a chilly barn watching my toes turn ridiculous shades of pink and purple – which btw did not co-ordinate with my orange sandals. I know I should have worn sensible socks and shoes but its Friday evening and a night out is a night out. Even if it is just sitting around in a draughty barn reading and listening to poetry.

And now I have to pop off to Tesco to do my weekly shopping because there is no other window in my weekend. It’s end to end dancing all weekend with the huge event on Monday which looms over me like a great big looming thing. I have to lead a small group of dancers in a procession – me! Lead!?! I ask you. That and the heaaavy pressure of doing several stage dances. My nerves are all in a jangly tangle with sharp bits sticking out all over the shop. Its seriously affecting my mellow at the moment and there will soon be cracks appearing in the façade of my calm.

On the other hand of course I can’t wait to make a huge spectacle of myself. I love it. I never stop wanting to draw attention to myself in some ridiculous way. This weekend should do it….