This week I have been extra busy decluttering. I am a convert to Marie Kondo “The magic Art of tidying”. I am actually on a second declutter as I don’t think I was as certain the first time I did it a year ago as to what items, clothing etc. really bring me joy. The charity shops are certainly benefiting. Whilst going through some old memories and write ups about my dance career I found an article by Major Eric Hancox. It was written after the Professional final in the early

Last Sunday when leaving my lovely tea dance I tripped in a cinder car park belonging to the public house where the hall key holders live. I hastily add that I had only returned the keys and did not stop for a drink! The car park was dark and had some potholes (well that’s my excuse) and I sprawled headlong, grazing my face and badly spraining my wrist. That was my tale of woe at my class on Monday night when everyone asked me what happened. I tried to say you should have see