When I was a young woman, I loved to dance. I sang a lot, walked a lot, swam quite a bit, and movement was part of my life.
Gradually all of these things have got less and less. The only time I sing is in church on a Sunday morning, I never go swimming because I don't like wearing a swimming costume in a public setting, I don't walk very far or very often because I have no reason to go anywhere and Hastings is very hilly, and I've stopped dancing because I live in a shared house where one is rarely alone.
Recently, I thought "I have to get a grip on this."
Like a nut stuck tight on a rusty screw, I have the feeling my joints need oiling. It's a question of getting started. I think I need to sing more and dance more. So I will wait patiently until one of the rare occasions when everyone else finally goes out at the same time as each other, and then I will sing and I will dance.
There are some songs that always make me want to get up and dance. This is one of them (I have it on the "dancing" playlist on my phone) —