Metatarsals, pretzels, office life

I told my yoga teacher what the consultant said about my joints being very flexible. As predicted, he laughed like a drain and set out to prove me wrong.

Cedric (my yoga teacher): Does that feel good?
Me (imitating a pretzel): Depends on your definition of 'good'. It'll be nice when it stops.
Cedric: You should be a lawyer. Always so precise about words.
Me: You should be a politician. You keep telling us things are good when they're clearly not.

I do enjoy my yoga class though. This evening we discovered our metatarsals and how they move the opposite way to the muscle in various postures. (It was nice when we stopped).

Benefits of rainy evenings: risk of mugging in local parks much reduced.

Have been working in an Office today. Back there tomorrow. Had forgotten the sheer horror of office life, not to mention the masochistic joy of being paid to sit around waiting for someone else to do something. (In this case, provide a password for the laptop I was using). No web access, of course, otherwise I could have spammed all day.