Breakfast the One-Hundreth-and-Sixth

Strawberry and banana smoothie (home-made).

I don't look like anyone famous (except, currently, Oliver Cromwell because a hairdresser gave me a pudding bowl haircut) so I'm not sure why the couple sitting next to me on the bus kept looking furtively towards me and then grinning. Unless they genuinely were laughing about sharing a mode of transport with a cello-wielding, frizzy- haired Oliver Cromwell look-alike in some rather garish yoga gear and mismatched spotty socks. And who could blame them really?

Speaking of yoga, I managed a headstand for a full fifteen breaths before clattering to the floor this evening. Still bloody hopeless at just about every other pose; but at least I've found my forte.