Bend it like Bikram

Drove the car belonging to Gods Gift, he was still in bed when I left.
It was so good driving something that worked.
My little Red Nellie is still in the garage all her parts were held up because of the snow.
Drunk a litre of greens – yuk – then set off just after 9.30 to get to Bikram in Balham.

The class was not too top heavy, being a Monday morning, and the teacher – an offering I hadn’t met before – was calm and gentle.
The geezer in the front row was small and lithe. I don’t wear my glasses in class because off all the dampness round the face, so I had to squint to double check I wasn’t seeing wrongly.
I was in fact seeing rightly when the teacher called him by his name and told him how good is sntansanduriapanansa was – something like that anyway.
Toby Jones, my husbands son in THE PAINTER was bending his body in Balham in my Bikram yoga class.
The great thing about these classes is that we are all sweaty, semi-naked anonymus individuals together from fools to farriers, from actors to accountants. Nobody talks, nobody connects, but we work as a group. I love it. The class lasted its customary 90 minutes.
Having laid down in the relaxation end-of-class-pose I left to get back to the flat. I put on my clothes over my very wet yogic outfit, a massive parker type coat over the top and a big white towel wrapped round my head.
I shuffled past the Halal meat supermarket, I never have any cash on me but the veg and stuff is wonderful. Into Sainsbury’s car park. Slid into the seat and then attempted to drive safely whilst wrapped up like a mummy.
Took me twice as long to get to the flat where the ‘oosbind was still in his dressing gown. I told him that his acting son was up and out at the crack of dawn to which Gods Gift just snorted….He is playing Daddy Turner to Toby Jone’s ‘William Turner’ at the new Arcola. They open on Friday, unfortunately neither Barry nor B can come they are buggering off to Brixton and Brum. Too many B’s for my liking.
I made a big crunchy salad and watched the one o’clock news. Bankers and *ankers in Tuscon. Turned off the box so I didn’t get too dischuffed.
My wonderful treasure turned up at 3.15, cleaned the flat and left at 6.00
The Gift of God is rehearsing until late, the Lozzie lodger is cutting my hair, my third chapter awaits and so does a big bowl of something that I will prepare when the kitchen floor is dry.
I am waiting for news of a close relative who has just been shipped into hospital. This could be the first shock of 2011. Candles lit…..