SAVED BY THE SOOT…

I’m exhausted after my party weekend away…..all those 50 year olds pretending to be teenagers. It is not good. Great fun at the time, but we just don’t recover our faculties very quickly these days and I look as if I have aged 10 years.

Taught a class yesterday which went unusually wrong towards the end – ten minutes before the end when everyone was lying on the floor doing their breathing exercises there was an almighty rumble and a whole load of rubble fell out of the fireplace and into the room. A cloud of orange dust meant that breathing exercises became untenable. HARDLY RELAXING. I had to evacuate the room and suggest that everybody continued with their breathing in the main road. Slightly worryingly the class were delighted to be finishing early. “Saved by the soot” said one of my lovely longstanding clients…..

I have been feeling anxious since coming back into the country. There is much to worry about. My daughter has her first GCSE on Friday and the increasing tension is tangible. I have financial worries, school worries AND now teenage son worries. He told me he was going on a coach along the East Coast of Vietnam and it would take 36 hours. I have just heard from another source that in fact they are going to be hiring motorbikes a la Jeremy Clarkson’s trip and do it in WAY less time. It’s so dangerous though.

I feel sick.