Work this week has been… interesting. Let’s leave that there.
In other news… Jenny has been training as a yoga teacher for the last 18 months, and passed her first teaching assessment. This involved a number of friends taking a class taught by her, all watched by an assessment person. She passed with flying colours, so, true to the original yoga philosophy, we all went and got pissed.
On Saturday we went to visit my mother’s mother, who is fast catching up with my father’s mother’s 90-ness. We ate food, did the diificult science clues left over in her crossword, and talked at length about nearly everything. I took some photos in the garden, which is now getting on for 30 years older than it was when I carefully painted the walls with a bucket of water and an old paintbrush.
I continue to plan a shed of my own… although it’s unlikely to be as sturdy or large as my Grandpa’s one. I’ll start as soon as it’s warm enough to go outside and stroke my beard about it for more than 5 minutes at a time.
Finally, I picked up next month’s issue of Dazed & Confused, which includes a very excellent article on young Benjamin Northover.