I really did excel myself in my class this morning. I was dead on time to teach my deep stretching class at a VPC (Very Posh Club). Typically, for the first time I had ten people waiting for me (instead […]
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.
I made a spectacularly good impression during my exercise class this morning at the posh club. Full. Of. Mirrors. Realised as I started teaching at the front of the class that my trousers were on back to front. Which is always a good look for the teacher. I'd put them on in the dark this morning so missed out on the finer detail. Nothing I could do but carry on as if this was the height of fashion and what everyone should be doing. I did turn the lights off though ... made it as dark as possible.
Yes, as my friend Expat Mum says I will have to blame it on being distracted because my son has gone off on his gap year now.
I checked to see whether we were "friends" on Facebook so that I would get his updates - yup. Saw a couple of jokes I liked from his friends.
Quite sweet really - one of them said "jury's out on this joke - only 50% of people seem to get it". Well let me assure you (unless of course it's just me) that when you get a bit older and a bit more cynical you'll get it straight away:- 
and the other one I liked was this "Growing Old Disgracefully" one:- 
Well that was an embarrassing class I've just taught. I was wearing a new hoody thingy over my vest top. Black. Halfway through the class when I'd got a bit hot and sweaty I took it off and carried on teaching.
Quite funny in my class today which is meant to be the oasis of calm. What creatures of habit we are. We get so used to “our place” that when another person inadvertently sits their, it causes untold trauma. […]
