A Cupboard of One's Own

The Organisation that I hire my Tap Hall from finally let me have my own lock-up cupboard there. I'm ridiculously excited about this. Here's why.

See all this stuff?



That used to live in the Corolla's hatchback. And had to be unpacked and packed all the time.

But now, look! Space. For the groceries. Or school bags.



Three years I've hauled a boot full of boxes, shoes, t-shirts, hats, canes and other tappy paraphernalia. Now I can just unlock my Very Own Tap Cupboard. No more staggering out at the end of a class with loads of stuff. I can just lock it up and stroll out to my car, the one with all that space in the back of it. No wonder I was smiling like a Cheshire Cat yesterday.

NB. The bottle of coke is for making my floor non-slip and absolutely not for drinking. Ask Nell how she got the hole in her stomach lining if you want to know why. I mop the floor with the evil sugary addictive corrosive so-called "soft" drink mixed into hot water and detergent and it works quite well. A ballet-teaching friend of mine told me that tip, and when I said Wouldn't lemonade do? because I hate buying coke, she said No, it has to be coke. I did buy some very expensive fancypants anti-slip stuff recently and it is much better than coke. But while I save up for the next container of that, the best solution is mopping the floor between each class. It's taken me ages to work this out, but I'm pretty sure the slipperiness is caused by the tap plates leaving a metallic residue. I know, duh! All this time I thought I'd used the wrong paint. And if all else fails I also have an emergency can of hairspray which can be sprayed directly onto the tap-plates for instant grip and a bonus asthma attack.