I’ll be having a ball tonight with Strictly’s return
TheTh ThThThTh warm and wise words of Mrs Savage (that’s Robbie’s mum)
STRICTLY Come Dancing starts again tonight and I can’t wait.
All the new celebrities will get paired up with their partners and I love all that. I love Strictly from the day it starts to the day it finishes.
This year will be a bit strange, with the judges sitting apart, social distancing and the couples in bubbles.
But it’s still something to look forward to on a Saturday night.
It will certainly be different from the time I went to the studio when our Robert was in it.
I only went on one occasion because I was looking after my late husband, Colin, who had dementia. He was really bad those last 12 months.
At first, I said: “I don’t want to go.” Really, I did want to go but I didn’t want to leave him.
In the end, I was told I needed a break so he went into a care home for a few days. We took him to the home, then came out, went for a coffee and I sobbed.
Then, when I was down in London with Rob’s wife Sara, I told her I was feeling terrible because I hadn’t thought about Colin, and she said that was good as I’d had seven years of being at home so it was a nice release.
When we got to the studio, I just loved it though.
We queued with the other guests, and there was a fella who had been on Strictly the year before – one of the celebrities – standing behind us.
He said who he was and the first thing which came out of my mouth was: “Oh, I knew I knew your face but you’ve put a bit of weight on, haven’t you?” I just said it automatically.
Rob’s Sara looked at me as if to say: “I can’t believe you said that!”
But he had put weight on. When he was dancing the year before, he kept himself trim, you see.
Inside the studio, the only thing I didn’t like was you are told when to clap and when not to clap.
The floor manager said that if Bruce Forsyth made a joke, we had to clap, and if Craig said something, we were supposed to boo. I just can’t be doing with all that.
For me, Dave Arch and his band were the stars. They were brilliant, and the singers were so good.
When Robbie danced his cha-chacha with Ola, I couldn’t look half the time. He looked wild. He had all that