Commitment

Dancing like a demon at the Norwich Rising event last Thursday reminded me how much I love dancing so I made a commitment to myself to attend a dance-style exercise class for the next eight weeks.

After the first session on Monday it was crystal clear that no way could I do the class in thin-soled plimsolls so I splashed out a tenner on some cheap trainers.

The reason I'm able to do the classes at a fiver a time and buy the trainers is because I don't have to shell out for council tax in February or March so I'm wantonly spending a bit of that money on myself.

Thanks for all the good wishes, stars and favourites on the entry I posted yesterday. I had no idea that it was to be my second-year anniversary posting. I behaved like a total pig for most of the day and evening simply because I couldn't do what I really wanted. I guess that's what toddlers do when they have tantrums.