Spent the first hour of the day standing like a flamingo in the middle of a room of Chelmsford housewives.

I went to the step class at the gym (still no clocks) at half nine, expecting it to be very easy. After all, it’s only fat old women, isn’t it? As it turned out I wasn’t far from right. Of the 13, only three of us were men. It’s a scary thing, though. For the first time in 27 years, I realised I didn’t know the difference between left and right. Standing on one foot with the other tucked under your bum - not me at all. I was rubbish. Perhaps I’ll stick to the running and rowing.

Off to Prague next weekend, so they’ll all be a week ahead of me the next time I make it. Who knows how many complicated steps they’ll have learnt by then?

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