And she might be right to

Sometimes I dance alone at home, to all sorts of music, all sorts of dance styles, I look like an abject idiot, I don’t give a shit – why should I, no-one will ever see me, it doesn’t matter. I dance with the furniture, I do peculiar things, I enjoy my body alive and moving, I enjoy bringing what is whatever and not physical of me and living, into the world of the physical, dance does that.