A big dance with small people on Tooting Common

They (i.e. my partner) said I’d never wear the Shakira pants again – how wrong can you be? Appazza they work (sorta) for dance performances in public places.

Yes, the deed is done – and a great time was had by all this afternoon at our li’l dance show and the sun came out. There’s a rumour circulating that we’re doing an encore at the school fair tomorrow. Not sure how well I’ll shimmy in a peplum dress and heels. Might have to rethink that outfit. My Jack White trainers have just turned up so perhaps I’ll bust them out instead.

Now it’s time for more tennis….COME ON MURRAY!!! I need a reason to wear something really mad on Sunday, when I’m off for a Jazz Sundae at The Foundry in Camden and then to watch the (gulp) Wimbledon final.

Hitting the “stage” (we had to dance on the grass as the stage was sopping wet)
Scarf dancing to a bit of Latino
Getting into our routine
Bold occasion, bold trousers
Written by Johanna Payton