Drastic Measures

I decide that hips that refuse to work going downhill are a thing to be discouraged. Time to get supple....er.

Not to mention all the blood pressure raising that I be very good at these days... what with the jury's decisions at the BBC Cardiff Singer of the World.... which seem a bit over the top.....

.....and the general resurgent dog-whistling about baby boomers and their sapping of the hard-working tax payer.....

 (Alors! Moi je pay le tax aussi.)


So I do decide that something needs to be done about meself otherwise I do be following Mrs D down a road paved with empty bottles of red........ Voila!

Yoga.