It was a rainy and miserable Sunday morning last weekend and I escaped the house as bread flour began clouding the air (thanks to an Annabel-and-Daddy-shaped project involving baking baguette for the fairies), and headed smugly down to my local gym for what looked like a work-out (in my quest to kick those last 2kg of baby weight), but is secretly my favourite bit of oh-so-rare me-time of the week. My Body Balance class.

How do I love Body Balance? Let me count the ways…