A time to dance

Movement, timing, pausing, repeating.

It's not actually dance; it's conceptualism.

Every now and then I've been getting together with some of my yoga ladies and we collaborate with, and are directed by, the one that went back to art school.

Now in her final year we see each other more regularly. The piece is coming together and the more bizarre it gets the more we take it seriously and the better fun it is - all with a straight face of course.

In fact, at the end of one of the strangest and most eventful weeks of work it was a rather good, action packed day all round. Morning with B, yoga, family lunch and a visit from, walk in the park and coffee and cake with, seldom-seen-Susan.

All that and then home to find Chef all ready to serve dinner. I'm pooped! A lucky girl, but pooped!