Ooh. Ow. Feeling arthritic after yesterday's yoga with Anton. It occurred to me in the night that not only did he teach on a hard floor without using a mat, he was also wearing all white. Nothing a shake of Persil can't fix I bet.

Anyway, the purpose of this post wasn't to write about Anton's dusty knees, nor about my prematurely aged joints, it was to write that I did yoga. Smug. I also have had one beer since last Sunday, huzzah.

Did my halo glint in the sunshine then?