I've given up cake for Lent.
Anyone who knows me will know the enormity of that decision! It's day two and it seems a long way to go until Easter.
But one thing spurring me on is the thought of what kind of frock I am going to have for the Viennese Balls in April.
I was pleased and only slightly amazed at the way tickets were snapped up so quickly for what should be two fantastic events at St George's Hall.
Now I, along with hundreds of others, am wondering what to wear.
Rather than a big, flouncy meringue I rather fancy a Ginger Rogers-style 1930s Flying Down to Rio style dress - with maribu trim of course!
We'll see.
I was at my parents' house at Christmas and my mum and aunt were reminiscing about growing up (as they tend to).
They lived next door to British doyenne of ballroom dance Peggy Spencer and used to play with her two children, Helena and Micky.
The kids were allowed to dress up in some of Peggy's old Come Dancing frocks, but apparently got into trouble one day when they raided her wardrobe containing her best dresses.
Now if only I lived up the street to Liverpool's answer to Fred and Ginger..........
