While Ingrid has her dance class, Adrian and I hang around and wait. Adrian usually with his iPad; me either with a book or (recently more often) catching up with work. Kindahls, where she dances on Thursdays, has a comfy if worn sofa, plenty of chairs and decent wifi. They even sell snacks. Danshuset at Brommaplan, where she is on Tuesdays, is pretty bare and uncomfortable in comparison – I need to use my phone as a hotspot if I want to be able to work. I’m secretly pleased that Ingrid enjoys disco more and is unlikely to continue with street dance on Tuesdays, even though one of her best friends is in the same group.