Jeté, plié, pas de chat!

The ballerinas amongst you will recognise this as 5th position.

I used to love dancing in many forms - ballet, tap, modern...we even did national dance for a while. I had good friends in these classes, would help out with teaching some of the younger classes and I was convinced that if I didn't make it as a prima ballerina, I would at least be teaching dance as my career.

This didn't happen, obviously, but I still feel there is a dancer in me. If I go to the theatre or watch dance on the telly, Strictly, BGT or that other one on channel 5 I get choked up. Tears spring in my eyes and I struggle to breathe. Take me to the ballet and I could hyperventilate within the first 10 minutes!

The shoes themselves are sort of borrowed from Next. I have a dress fitting on Friday and I need to take the underwear and shoes that I'm wearing on the day. As my shoes are in Dorset, currently being painted, I needed some of a similar height. Saturday morning I'll be taking the shoes back, but it might be best if I keep the underwear!