A rather late Breakfast Sunday.
Sometimes you post a lot.
Other times, not so much.
But my yoga assignment is finally complete, after six months of elaborate, dedicated proscrastination.
I cooked roast lamb for 7 last night.
I have been madly scrubbing walls, de-cobwebbing, and seeing Ever More Hideous Filth everywhere I look.
Such was my response to a gruelling standing pose class, last Thursday.
Snapped me out of hibernation, toot sweet.
That Peter Scott. I swear he'll be the death of me.
