We're working on our next show, whose name is still a mystery to me. But these are my notes on a little section of the Pastry Dance. I was finding it hard to remember because A. we keep changing it and B. my granny brain makes me a little slower to catch on.

When we showed our piece to the other groups there was much unseemly mirth, as my revered Latin teacher used to say. I thought it was because I kept losing the beat, but Jen kindly advised me later that dancers usually keep their tongues inside their mouths.

I knew my husband stuck his tongue out when fiercely concentrating. I knew my kids did it and even my grand-daughter Elsie does it. But me? Never!