In the kitchen, balancing getting the chook roast out of the oven and flipping the Rösti - Mrs Hat is at a conference in town - . . . when the youngest one comes bopping through the house with this playing:
. . . and the long dormant rhythm come to the fore and I'm showing the little upstart how to move . . .
Quite a catchy song, so while the ground floor is rapidly emptying and the maid mumbles something about needing to sweep the lawn . . . I search for and play:
I must have lost 2kgs 'gettin' down' around the house . . . I also lost one dog, two daughters and one maid . . . but it was worth it