This time next week I will be twenty five. I will have danced my little (actually size seven) feet off in a sticky Manchester club and be attempting to cook a BBQ for my friends. Gosh, I am not looking forward to that!

Twenty four has been an experience, I have become a girl guide leader, taught underprivileged London kids, joined a running club/bootcamp and started to understand myself a little better. A productive year in many respects. 

Twenty five is all about doing the above and a little more. I love the phrase it’s not about waiting for the storm to pass but about learning how to dance in the rain and I insist that I keep dancing … those that know me, know how much I love a good dance.