Tap Tappity Tap...........

Picture the scene - one slightly chilly dance studio, surrounded by other mums and a selection of small children milling around, eagerly waiting to go and shake their booty in the next lesson! There I am happily watching my beautiful daughter dressed in her pink leotard and shiny silver tap shoes thrashing around to the sound of her own voice, whilst her exasperated Tap teacher tries to regain control of eight toddlers who would rather be the cast of High School Musical than cute little monkeys from The Jungle Book, when her Ballet teacher (are you with me so far?) asks if I would be interested in joining the Adult Tap class! What an offer, a chance to wear a pink leotard and silver tap shoes, surely I couldn't pass this opportunity by! So I agree, thinking it will be a piece of cake, can't be that difficult, if Lottie can throw her shapes (literally) around the dance studio, then Mummy can have a go - anything she can do, I can do. So, one phone call to Neil later (to make sure that the bank account will take the hit for the enormous leotard needed to cover my arse) and voila, I'm booked in for the next lesson.  

With much trepidation, off I go! Not quite so much of a skip, hop and tappity tap, more of a run through the scary dark alley shortcut and my Mum on the end of the phone thinking that a sex line has accidently called her with the amount of heavy breathing that I am doing by this point! Bloody hell I'm unfit and I still have an hour of tapping to do yet! The first lesson goes pretty well and although I have to contain my disappointment at not being able to "Build a House" like the Tweenies, I am in the School Summer Show! So, my tap shoes are ordered (sadly not in silver, but boring black), but there is no leotard big enough to cover my arse and having seen the costumes for the show, a serious diet is needed. Maybe the post-lesson chocolate bar wasn't such a good idea!