Yoga Knots

There is nothing worse then getting half way through your early morning yoga session (after a dash in the dark to get there because your alarm didn't go off again), and discovering you've put your yoga pants on back to front.

Well okay, maybe the Lib-Con dismantling of the NHS is worse but I'm using the 'Scale of Personal Embarrassment' here, not the 'Scale of Meanness'.

Bad Karma, Bad

I know I shouldn't ... this is a meditation and yoga retreat after all ... but you know that tall, blonde woman, the one who always does her chores cheerfully, the one with the beatific smile on her face all the time in the meditation sessions, who moves with grace and composure during yoga, who has two perfect children and who doesn't have a crease or stain on her clothes despite camping in the field for a week, and who has been nothing but polite to me whenever we run into each other ... I really don't like her.

A few more hours of lotus position and a thousand Om Shanti Oms I expect should fix it.