Dancing really cures all ills. I was in town during the day but left later than I should have and by the time I got home (after an hour long bus journey - what the hell happened to the bus lane?) I was knackered and cranky. And not in the mood for leaving the house in just an hour and going back into town for my tap class. But! No sooner had I reached the studio and donned my tap shoes than my spririts rose. And after a few minutes of stomping and hopping I felt fantastic. I love this class, and not just because tonight my "Suzy Q" step was described as "perfect" by the teacher </boasting>.

Now I am home, after another preposterously slow bus ride, and am almost surreally knackered once more. Luckily, now I don't have to go out anywhere and can go to bed with Young Men in Spats.*

*Get your minds out of the gutter! I am not engaging in romps with tap-dancing spats-wearing Drones! It's a P. G. Wodehouse book.