Lately our warm-ups have consisted of ballet exercises. It gets harder every week—but it's great. These days my thighs can practically twirl around in their sockets. Excellent exercise for the hips and other anatomical bits.

Sue cracks the whip, and makes no allowances for the fact that some of us are grannies. No really, she's always sweet to us. And it's right that she has high expectations. But sometimes it's just too much.

Last week we had to assume something like the pose in the photograph—but much more difficult, because we were up on our toes! I was up there too, poised in mid-air. But only for what Gay defined as (wait for it)... a nana-second.