Who decided to call that twiddly thing you do with your legs in an aerobics class a grapevine? I don’t get it. I’m very surprised that in the noughties it still creeps into exercise classes, usually followed by that other stalwart, the spotty dog. I am also delighted to see that 10 years since I last subjected myself to the sweat and strain of an aerobics class, I still manage to turn beetroot when all around me are normal colour. Are they not working as hard as me or do I have some awful skin condition? I am, however, comforting myself with the fact that I have not yet wet myself or trumped during a class although I am confident these indignities will come second nature to me in the next few years as my pelvic floor starts to shrivel and die.
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I remember very well Anna when you trumped about 10 yeqrs ago in an aerobics class in the Chelsea sports center and we got some weird looks. I still go very red when exercising though I have given up my tight shorts and leg warmers these days but it would be fun to do it again some time.
Anna, not being one to go to aerobics classes can you explain these two phenomenons (have I spelt that right?), the Grapevine and the Spotty Dog, I’m totally lost! Sue from France.