my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

... unfortunately, the truth is probably quite the opposite, as i'm sure anyone who saw me at zumba class this morning would testify. oh dear! So, i've jumped on the bandwagon for the dance workout class that is sweeeeeeeeping the nation. For those who don't know, google it... actually youtube it and have a lil' practice at home in the privacy of your kitchen/living room. Loud music, crazy instructors and a lot of booty shaking... although in this case at 11 in the morning, a lot of inhibited women nervously giggling watching the two frenetic instructors milkshaking (this is a move apparently) and whooping. owwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee! But a lot of fun, and once sarah and i had got into it a bit more it was just a case of going with the flow. The primary school kids who were having a tour of the leisure centre must have wondered what the hell was going on. Having completed my beginners yoga course (level 2 has moved to friday mornings) zumba is now the thursday morning activity of choice. I didn't realise however just how uncoordinated i am. Still, if it sorts out my fat knees, i'm definitely a zumba convert.