Moon for howling at The rest of the world has gone chips-up-the-nose bonkers and I’m part of a tiny band of sane people left scratching our heads.Here is this week’s list of things I am bewildered by: Gay marriage. Why shouldn’t they? After all if Britain is broken and society more flaky than a Gregg’s […]
Review: Without the right bra yoga is a bust
Silent Sunday
Acceptance: Feeding bananas to the mind monkey.
Speaking of monkeys… I can never decide if my urge to blog is similar to the restlessness athletes get if they don’t run, or just another way of procrastinating…Today I felt the itch but wasn’t sure where to go. Another post about my yoga weekend (nah, really, who cares?), wondering why my nephew has a […]
Total Wipeout – the domestic version
Of course there’s a monkey on the light fitting This morning has been something of a trial. Properly testing the little ship of equanimity I’d sailed out of my yoga weekend in. Huge gusts of crabbiness were threatening to dump me in the ocean of irritability.Then I realised. It’s just a game. Total Wipeout for […]
