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At Sea
We’ll be in Mauritius in two days’ time. Although we’ve been at sea for almost a week, it doesn’t seem that long. The dancing lessons have filled all that spare time we had on the way out to Perth. We dance from ten until one in the morning and then again from three to five. That’s five hours’ grueling work, not only physically, but mentally. It takes great concentration to remember the dance steps and get the rhythm right. Well, it does for me, anyway. Kate is doing fine; she’s way ahead of me. Clara is somewhere in the middle.
I’ve spent several hours in the ship’s shops and dented my allowance. I had to replace my wardrobe, buy some longer skirts. We all had to buy special dancing shoes with a strong ankle strap and a suede-covered sole. The suede is to stop the dancer from
