OK ok, I own up. I admit I have been a nervous wreck all day--whilst looking after my grandchildren, so their mum could go and do 'her thing'.
In all the excitement of seeing her do a pretty good jive for a first dance, I did spell her name incorrectly. How stupid is that?! Maybe it's because I found myself in tears, I was afraid she (Susanna) would muck it up and be first out. I realise that no matter how old your children are, the protective mother-tiger bit never quite goes away, does it?! You still want to protect them from being hurt. Stupid, but true.
Seriously, all this SCD has been quite an eye opener. I had no idea how brave all the contestants are. Putting yourself 'above the parapet', then waiting for the painfully honest truth of the judges is, I realise now, to be admired not derided as a publicity-seeking stunt. Unless, I guess, you have the hide of a rhinoceros.
Rhinoceros hides don't run our family, whatever public face we manage to put on.
I also had no idea how flipping hard they all work. Fitting training in with an already busy working life, and still keeping family as a priority is no mean feat for any of them. It's not all glitter and glory--more blood, sweat, tears and fatigue, during the week, then retrieving the bright smile for 'the night'.
Enough!
Maybe I should start a Strictly Diary from a Grans-eye-view?
Or maybe I should just shut up.
Good night ladies, and gentlemen (mainly the gentle ones)
Have a great weekend.
