The countdown is well and truly on. There's just a week to go until Media Parents step onto the dancefloor for our first public performance.
Ok, let's qualify that a little. Our first public performance as part of a dance demonstration, rather than messing around at parties when we've been on the rioja.
Last Christmas, I finally persuaded Media Dad to join me at salsa. It's fair to say I unleashed a monster - he was instantly smitten - after months of claiming he'd hate it - and rushed out to buy a pair of Blochs. (Not a patch on my sparkly purple shoes, but he loves them nonetheless.)
He rose through the ranks quickly, joining me at Level 3 just nine months after his first twirl through Absolute Beginners. The nightly practice sessions at home might have had something to do with that - believe me, it's years since the kitchen floor saw that much action.
The upshot is that we're both in the Christmas demo given by the Level 3s. It's meant to show everyone else what we've learned and where they're going with their dancing - in reality, we're all just hoping they don't notice our mistakes.
I've always loved Strictly Come Dancing, and of course I'm an armchair critic along with everyone else, but this demo has given me a new respect for those taking part. It's not just remembering the steps, in the right order, and fitting them to the music - you have to smile and look like you're enjoying it, too!
The Princess is desperate to come and watch, while The Boy just thinks we're embarrassing. Even our impromptu rehearsals in the kitchen make him cringe, and it's not like anyone else can see us. I hope we're as confident in the real thing as we are behind closed doors......
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