Published Monday, 10 September 2012
But since April, that has all changed.
Since I agreed to take part in Royal Does Strictly, at the request of my friend Tara Mills.
This is a big night to raise money for the MRI Scanner at the Children's Hospital, and involves hard working consultants dancing with media folk.
Every Sunday night between 7.30pm and 9.30pm we meet, my fellow dancers and I.
And while most have mastered the cha cha with ease, after almost 4 weeks working abroad for UTV I missed out on crucial practice.
I cannot get it no matter how hard I try. Mallett, on the other hand, is flying. And that's despite being away longer than me. He is doing so well that I am consumed with jealousy.
But I won't feel sorry for myself, I'm saving my sympathy for my poor dance partner. Finbarr is an anaesthetist and it's likely he'll need to use his skills to knock himself out after our dance to have his feet seen to.
I am not a natural mover, as any of my fellow dancers will testify.
But tough as this is, the children who need MRI scans know the real meaning of tough.
For the next 8 weeks I'll just grit my teeth and hope by some miracle to be transformed into Flavia.
Or at the very least Anne Widdecombe.
Now even THAT would be an improvement.
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