...which all goes to show, Patanjali, that although I GO to yoga I'm not yet a master (mistress?) of the art.
Here are the thoughts that were chasing around my mind last night:
I wish that woman would stop cracking jokes and making smart remarks. HONESTLY...I've come here to meditate not listen to a lame version of Live At The Apollo...GRRRRRRR.
Oh good grief, I didn't realise Roly had been asleep on my blanket, I'm sure everyone in the entire room will be able to smell damp doggy smells.
And, worst of all...I think it was a mistake having those baked beans for lunch as I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to stop myself from...