Zumba

Evil sleeps in the kitchen. I roll up the rug and I spread her towels on the floor. I find an old Greek rug, it came from Ios in 1982, it is a bit tatty so I wrap Evil in it and I tell her that sleeping in the kitchen is fun. Evil gazes longingly after me as I shut the kitchen door.
"Can't she just come and sit with us on the sofa?" asks Maisie, " I'll look after her."
Maisie is very sad because she had a Zumba class at LA Fitness today.
Her school have decided that the girls need to reconnect with themselves physically in a non- competitive way and that Zumba is the way.
They took all the girls to LA Fitness and placed them in a room entirely surrounded by mirrors and then they put on some music and made them dance and kick box like Colombians in a very tight spot. Maisie says that some of the girls were really engaged and connected and wore vest tops and that they knew all the moves and gazed at themselves in the mirrors. Maisie says that she and Polly stood at the back in a state of high cringe and couldn't help noticing that they were very tall and also enormously fat.
Eventually they managed to escape to a room full of bicycles that Maisie says "went by themselves" and sat on the floor feeling sad and fat.
 I am so glad I am not 15.
 I am also very glad that I have never been a Colombian in  tight spot.