May 6, 2018

When the clock went blurry.

It started within hours of my first son, Jack, being born. I remember looking at the clock on the wall in my hospital room and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t read the clockface. The numbers were all blurry. ‘I can’t see properly.’ Mum had been sitting next to me looking concerned, ‘What was that Suzie?’

I had been awake for close to 48 hours. Jack’s love of attention grab...

March 4, 2018

 Why am I so happy?

It’s a big, bold call and frankly I’m making it.  

Dance classes – in particular, cardio based dance-fitness classes, will make you happy. They will make you happy when you are sad. They will make you happy when the last thing you feel like doing is putting on Lycra. They will make you happy when you feel like you could scream your throat blood-red raw.

Sometimes all you want to d...

January 14, 2018

 With a little planning, it is possible.

I have finally reached that stage of life, where holidays with three boys have progressed from simply being the relocation of chaos from home to a less suitably equipped environment, to becoming a relaxing and (mostly) pleasurable experience. Our enjoyment has been greatly abetted by the discovery of the all-inclusive resort, aka the never-ending buffet.


January 7, 2018

Just a couple of Pretty Strong 40s chillin' post class. 

Looking at the above photo I realise I'm currently suffering a serious case of DCW - Dance Class Withdrawal, whilst my instructors are on holidays. Symptoms include: breaking out into random dance moves at inappropriate times and places (apologies Coles Deli staff) and relentlessly pleading with Siri to find dance classes running over th...

December 10, 2017

Like most of us, after 40 something years on the planet, I’ve enjoyed some exciting experiences and achievements. For example, when I was nine I won a disco dancing competition at the local skate rink and proudly took home a Chaka Khan record (that I never played as we didn’t have a record player, but I couldn’t have been happier), on safari in South Africa I bumped into Michael Jackson (as you do...

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