22 days into a daily yoga practice.
You’d think it would be making a difference wouldn’t you?
But as I hobbled out of bed this morning, everything aching, I did think this was not quite the effect I was hoping for.
I’ve signed up for a yoga workshop.
Which sounded lovely in the initial description.
And then the teacher released a leeetttle more information a couple of days ago.
Information which included the words “splits” and “tittibhasana”.
Yes I had to look the last one up too.
It looks like the evil older brother of the bhuja pidasana pose that has defeated me for the last 6 months.
May be crawling home tomorrow.
Or hitching a lift in an ambulance.
This Week I Have mostly Been Reading
I loved this book.
Set amongst the merchant class of Seventeenth Century Amsterdam it deals with the life of Nella a new, very young and naive, bride and her new family. Given a dolls house as a gift by her new husband, Nella comes to suspect (hope? Fear?) that the miniaturist who creates charming tiny replicas of the people and things in Nellas real life is in fact a prophetess or seer, or perhaps something more sinister.
The claustrophobic, damp and dingy atmosphere of seventeenth century Amsterdam is evocatively portrayed. The themes of race, class, greed, love and jealousy beautifully interwoven.
The ending? A little disappointing. Having developed these great characters and plot twists, it’s as if the author just didn’t know what to do with them.
Or perhaps she’s setting them up for a sequel :-)
Next Week I Shall Mostly Be Reading
A boy (who is really named Odd) who has two talents: Manning the grill at a greasy spoon, and communing with the dead.
Not at the same time.
Oh and he also hangs out with dead Elvis.
Need I say more? :-)