Saturday evening and I'm at home, ostensibly A) working B) organising the tat in my attic for a vide grenier in Lizant tomorrow with Anita. In fact, I haven't done much of either but have secretly been watching Strictly Come Dancing (for the first time ever.) And I am so addicted.
Oh, the sequins, the lip gloss, the fake tan and the figure hugging costumes- and that's just the men - not to mention the wonderful Bruce Forsyth and the waspy judging panel. It's MARVELLOUS. But one thing is for sure: having clocked the chemistry between some of the dancing couples, I reckon you'd have to be bonkers to let your beloved take part in this.