Last night I went out! Not just to a friend's house for coffee or to Tesco (again!) but actually OUT. You know, socialising! Eeek!

It was my friend's birthday so we all went to St Albans for tapas and then onto a Salsa Club. WOW! Said friend can REALLY salsa - all wiggly hips and erotic faces. I am SO envious ... there was one woman there who was the epitome of how you would picture a librarian. Okay, long frizzy hair, very plain clothes, little intelligent spectacles and very quiet looking. Had I seen her in the street I would have imagined her in a little flat, curling up with a cat on the sofa reading a book about Andulucian basket weaving or something. How wrong can you be? There she stood on the edge of the dancefloor, looking at her feet and she had me feeling sorry for her. Somebody held out his hand to her and she shyly stepped onto the dance floor. I was cringing for her, oh my goodness she was going to be so embarrassed because she had thought it was the Librarian Annual Cake Making evening but NO. It was ME that was ashamed of myself for judging a book by it's cover (if you'll pardon the pun). This woman was H-O-T! Her hips could generate enough electricity to light my house for a year. She was suddenly transformed into a cross between a hot Latino lover woman and someone else hot and womanly and VERY ABLE TO DANCE! Wow. Amazing.

No matter your age, your weight, your lack of erotic facial expressions or anyone else's misconceptions of you, YOU TOO CAN SALSA! It's not actually that difficult, as long as you can wiggle with the best of them. Well, obviously I'm not going to be appearing on Strictly Come Dancing any time soon but I bravely approached a friendly looking man and asked him to teach me a couple of basic steps and I was off!

It does worry me somewhat this morning that having had a few glasses of wine I may have thought I was wiggling sexily and looking the part but I may actually have looked more like a large jelly but I had fun.

So, I'm on the lookout for some salsa lessons locally. It keeps you fit too apparently and I'm not good at keeping fit. My idea of working out is running up the stairs once a week.

Oh, and while I'm here I didn't get any hot, sexy, erotic face dates or anything, but hey ho, there's always tomorrow!