When my mistress returns from a hard day dishing out advice to local communities on how to live together in peace and harmony (unless you happen to be a member of the MCB, in which case guys, I'd change the locks if I were you) there's nothing she likes better than getting on her tap shoes and really going for it. Sometimes I wonder whether she's imagining David Milliband's head under her tiny flashing feet. I wish you could see her little legs going ten to the dozen as she practises the latest number the Division Belles have come up with...bless
