There has been much hilarity in the Jackson household this week as my wife has been training for her first dance-a-thon in aid of the Rowans Hospice in Guildhall Square.
Along with the girls from her gym, she’ll have to dance non-stop between 6pm and midnight.
Anything from disco, salsa, zumba to belly dancing, it doesn’t matter as long as they keep going.
Well she’s been bopping in the kitchen, grinding in the garden and shuffling in the bathroom to get ready for the event.
She didn’t stop all the way through Downton Abbey on Sunday.
Sadly, I forgot to draw the blinds so I bet our neighbours are wondering what we were up to as she gyrated in front of me, as I sat on the sofa.