Don't speak...
Have you ever said something and as the words left your mouth, you wished you had a rewind button? I was having a lovely coffee and terribly fattening cake on Wednesday afternoon with two completely gorgeous friends, when I said... 'I really want to try Zumba, but I'm terrified that it will all be a bit too much for my knees, ankles, neck and non-existent core muscles'. My two friends were really kind, and muttered something along the lines of 'how hard can it be' and 'you'll be fine', and then I suggested that it might be an idea to watch one online to get some idea as to what torture lay ahead. 'You could watch that, and then teach us how to do it', quipped Mrs W. 'You could be the Green Goddess'. I should say that I was very relieved that Mrs W said THE Green Goddess (Diana Moran, green leotard, blond hair, totally gorgeous) and not A Green Goddess (slow, square, drab green and only used in dire emergencies such as nuclear war). Mind