“One-two-three,
one-two-three. Come along, lift your
legs higher.” Madame Komarovski said. “Now then gentlemen, we can all do better. Otherwise, I’ll have
you in tights, more elegant than your baggy shorts and hairy legs.”
Sowerbutt had not expected Coach Marigold’s answer when he asked his old friend
the previous day whether much had happened during his weeks away. Coach blurted out: “We’ve started ballet
lessons, Jimmy.”He quickly added: “It’s improved the boys’ balance and reflexes out of sight, Jimmy and we’ve only been going a week or two.”
Shaking his head, Sowerbutt said: “I just cannot see you in a pink tutu, my friend.”
Coach, thickset and bald, smiled: “Don’t you worry, Jimmy. When I heard you were back, I put you down for this week’s session.”
Her guidance stick poking into his back broke his reverie. “Please pay more attention, Mr Sorbay. You are expected to set an example to the boys,” Madame Komarovski snapped. A loud cough covered Coach’s snigger.
“Sorry, ma’am,” Sowerbutt replied and kicked his legs higher.
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