6 December 2019
Rick watched me with a canine look of disbelief as I galloped around the garden room, first one way and then the other. I think he would have liked to join me but he was peering through the glass doors from the other room. “No Rick, this is not a game,” I told him, “I really need to master the steps to the Grundy Gallop.”
Yes, I have finally succumbed to the cajoling of my neighbours and joined the Line Dancing club at the village hall.
I have been twice so far and I think a headless chicken with two left feet would be a fair description of me trying to dance. I think my feet are dyslexic when it comes to picking up step sequences.
“This is an easy one for you Sue, one foot forward and two steps back.” Nothing is easy for me. My feet interpreted that as two steps forward and one step back.
There are some good demo dances on YouTube but the best ones seem to be from Germany. Unfortunately I don’t understand German so my dancing has not improved but I have learnt to count to ten. Eins, Zwei, Drei …