This morning I watched an older couple head down the lane with their yoga mats under their arms. I too could be doing that, I thought to myself, going to the free yoga sessions on the beach on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But it would mean more shopping; a yoga mat, yoga pants, and an appropriate top. Besides, they probably do ‘partners’ yoga which means grasping the upended ankles of a stranger. Me being a farty McFart-fart from Fartville makes me dislike partners yoga. A lot. Besides, I don’t really need yoga classes – I get all the bending, stretching and twisting I need right at home in the camper. Allow me to illustrate:
Then again, I do love an excuse to go shopping. © all drawings and text Judy Parsons 2015
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