Minding my grandkids one day, Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker Suite came on the radio.
‘Ooh, I like this one,’ I said.
Standing on one leg in the kitchen, I gracefully extended the other one behind me and stretched one arm in front of me.
‘What are you doing, Nanna?’ asked my grandson Emmett, four, intrigued.
‘An arabesque,’ I replied.
‘Yeah!’ two-year-old Liam cheered.
While most girls start ballet classes at four or five, I had got into it at the age of 67!
It all began when I began getting a
