Some nights I like to dance on my own by candle-light. I like seeing my reflection in the French windows and watching the flick of my hands and the angles of my elbows widening and then narrowing again. It is something I've always done - although last year I can't remember doing it at all. It is a strange activity, I suppose, not particularly attractive for anyone else to see, and I am probably too old, but it makes me feel happy; as if I could do anything.
Last night I took this picture of my little man who always dances alongside me too.