Tripping the light FANTASTIC!
Kerre’s got a spring in her step as she looks forward to dancing her way to being TV’s top twinkle-toes
Finally, I can tell you! After years of politely declining the opportunity to appear on Dancing with the Stars – in fact, I think I wrote a column a couple of years ago as to the reasons why I simply couldn’t bring myself to say yes, even though I absolutely love the show – I have finally succumbed. I said yes.
I will almost certainly be the oldest and sturdiest contestant ever. My poor darling dance partner will have his work cut out for him, trundling me around the dance floor, and there is the very real possibility I will make an absolute idiot of myself.
But meh. I’ve embarrassed myself before and lived to tell the tale. It’s a wonderful opportunity to get back into exercise and, most importantly, it will be fun. There will be sequins and glitter, beautiful costumes and glamorous make-up and oh, how I’ve missed all that.
Anyway, I won’t go on because I will be doing a story soon with the Weekly and introducing you to my gorgeous dance partner, and to the charity I will be dancing for, so I’ll save all the blather for then.
It does mean that for the next two months I’m going to be super-busy. I’ll be using every minute of every hour in the day. I have work on ZB ’til midday, then most days I’ll be dancing for several hours, but I still want to make time to spend with the little ones and help the family out where I can. After last night’s debacle though, I wonder whether they’ll want my help in the future!
The big kids went out on a rare evening together and I was to put the little kids to bed. They’d been fed and bathed, so it was simply a matter of letting them enjoy the last of the warm early autumn evening, reading some favourite stories, then turning off the light. Except just as I was stepping out the door to call them in, Dora came running, tears streaming from her eyes and beginning to really sob. I raced over to scoop her up because this one is a little toughie. She doesn’t cry unless it’s really serious. And it was.
She’d found a red-hot chilli in the garden and had bitten into it, and now her mouth was on fire. I was beside myself. There was nothing I could do to take away her pain. I gave her milk to swill around inside her mouth, a cold cloth to put against her lips and promised her the pain would go away eventually.
I was almost in tears myself. Then Bart appeared in the doorway, in agony, and on fire as well. He’d touched his face after touching the chilli and now his face had a bright red rash. I gathered compresses and tried to calm them down, promising them their parents would be home soon, and had the phone on speaker, trying to call Healthline. Then I slumped on the couch and cried with them. It was dreadful.
However, after 20 minutes, it was like magic. The burning went, the rash faded and the kids were absolutely fine. Laughing and joking, we were looking forward to telling Mum and Dad about the chilli incident the next day. I have to say though, it took me a bit longer to recover!
I will almost certainly be the oldest and sturdiest contestant ever. My poor darling dance partner will have his work cut out for him