What A Build Up Holy Cow...They'd never believe it

With somewhat hesitance I pulled the ole Tap Shoes out of the cupboard tonight.

It's been six years since these babies seen the light of day, but I figured.. a class in town, five minutes in the car.... it was crying out for me.   

But would I cope?     six years in this body is a long time,   

On the plus side I can't hear  Leroy Brown, without jumping in to a Tap,Slide Shuffle,  and god help the shopping public in Morrison if the sound of "Heyyyyy World... Here I am"  Cause I am off... away down the aisle with a strut that has to be seen to be believed. 

I do love a bit of a dance, I think secretly I was born to be a dancer, I'm was just born in the wrong body... and then I went and married a man, not with two left feet, but with two feet that won't go in the same direction at the same time, so I don't really get the opportunity. 

Grinding round K's kitchen to the Pussy Cat Dolls, doesn't really cut it. 

But Tap Class it was, and I was glad I went.  

I was red, I was knackered, I was sweating, and then we started to tap.   

Some things I remembered... somethings I remembered and groaned about, but all in all it was great.  

And if I could cop into the Wednesday morning classes as well my life would be complete!

Let's get that fitness level up and I'll treat you all to a wee shuffle ball change next time I see ya.