Journal

31.1.06 - Go bendy legs!

Huzzah! I can almost get my feet behind my head.
If this keeps up, soon I'll have this yoga thing down to a fine art, or end up in hospital, one or the other.
I must conentrate on keeping fit. I can't let work get the better of my back again.
I've got to stay cheerful too. So what the septic tank's dangerously full, the exhaust pipe on the car has a hole in it, and some NASTY miniature criminal child has stolen my little one's brand new Lisa Simpson lunchbox.
Oh how she loved it when they all admired it, but now one of them has run off with it, she can't stop crying. The teacher's promises to track it down have not soothed either of us.
It's so cold toady. I really should go out to he fields next door and retrieve the washing that blew away in that direction yesterday, before the sheep eat it.
But it's too cold, and it'll be covered in sheep, crow and seagull poo.