Thrashing the duvet

What a treat to see you last week and this, Showgirls. And what a happy, healthy, balance of the sublime and the ridiculous we have made of it!

Last week we had brains positively popping out loud with the challenge of walking a figure of eight, leaning first one way, then the next. 

"Left", says the Sparkly Bra Pixie in her best "I will brook no disobedience" voice, "and bear LEFT. Now RIGHT" (waggling right foot helpfully to demonstrate) ".... and bear RIGHT."

In no time, a couple of trios have buggered it up and are reduced to helpless giggling - bent over, quivering, teary-eyed giggling - stationary in the  middle of the floor, unable to go any further. It is, I must say, a tonic for the soul to see such hilarity on a wet Wednesday evening. The next day, one of our Showgirls told us she had been dancing this step in her sleep and had positively twirled her duvet into knots 😄. 

This week.... ah, this week we tiddle tiddle tiddle pommed; we wrapped; we stroked; we flashed (with our winter drawers on, of course) and we rolled about the floor with aplomb. 

Well, my little starlets of lusciousness, the routine is coming together very nicely. Take a week off to rest those brains and those floor-bruised knees, and we'll see you next on 10th November.

Yours, tiddle tiddle tiddle pom,

Burlicious x