I was recently asked to cover a yoga class in Central London by a teacher whom I have never met.  I have covered for this teacher before and - for the purpose of this blog - we will call this teacher X.  X asked me to cover, I said yes and then via WhatsApp we clinched it.  

Sometimes X wants me to text her after . . .

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I have made colossal mistakes when it comes to buying and selling property.  My mistakes have been big as a Colisseum, tall as a tree.  I have also been unmistakable in my mistakenness. 

A different strain of man or woman - any man perhaps, or a woman different than me - would have got expert advice and neatly jumped ship . . .

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When I was a child my hips were open - dangerously open - and then sometime mid-adolescence they shut.  I only noticed the depth of the change in my early twenties.  My hips were shut to the extent that when I lay on my back with one leg straight and the other knee folded up and inward, my hip flexor just said 'Stop'.  

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The Five Tibetans are a series of yogic exercises brought to the West.  The story I heard told is that there was a British army colonel based in the Himalayas who went to live in a monastery with the Tibetan lamas or monks.  

There Colonel Bradford (possible a pseudonym) was taught the Five Tibetans and the benefits were . . .

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Gunpowder and Gumtree is a new blog stream bursting from the seams of my recently-changed and rather challenging life.  At the age of 53 - having lived alone (or with lovers) since I was 30 years old - I have fallen off the central London property ladder (boom, scrape, dead cat bounce) and am having to eat humble pie (no flour, . . .

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Feathers everywhere.  The poetry chicken laying a final egg and me (who hates to fly) trying to prepare myself for Vata aggravation and no sleep.  

Cheered immensely though when I review the last two months.  Over a period of 63 days I have received (thirstily) 126 Ayurvedic treatments involving oil, herbs, rice and more . . .

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