Z is for Zumba
03.03.2016 - 03.03.2016
This morning was always going to be tough. For starters, there was the issue of the Polish vodka the night before. And secondly, yesterday’s morning was so full of excitement that nothing could possibly compete. Annie got us off to a good start with a cooked breakfast, featuring eggs poached to perfection. Simon taught Rosie to make fish faces as his contribution to the well-being of the world, and then we were off. Thankfully we weren’t going very far as the car decided that it wanted coolant – and it wanted it NOW. We made it safely to the Asda Supercentre, which I imagine is what would happen if Woolworths and Big W had a giant baby – Big Woolworths, if you will. Here we managed to buy a dress for Rosie, socks for Andy, a sim card for Simon, a dress for Annie, coolant for the car, prosecco for me (because every dinner should start with bubbles) and food for general consumption. The cashier didn’t recognise our accents as Australian “because we didn’t say good-day”, but the car did recognise the addition of coolant and let us make it home without any aggressive warning lights.
Andy did some interview preparation while Annie and Rosie (Annie, mostly, as Rosie was asleep) showed us the way to Armley Mills. Which was closed. Boo. Never mind – we went home and booked a trip to Spain instead. Practically the same thing.
After dinner we did our best to Participate in Local Activities – Simon went off to the ukulele group with Steven, while I went to a free Zumba class with Annie. Yes, free Zumba! The best kind. Our prior Zumba experience meant that we weren’t completely hopeless, but still mildly confused. I’m fairly sure the instructor’s frequent cries of “perfect!” and “very nice!” weren’t directed at us specifically but let’s just pretend they were. The International Zumba Tour of 2016 has officially begun.