The stress just doesn’t end! I was just selecting my supper (vegetarian stir fry dinner or pasta with salmon) when Disha rang in a PANIC! Elvin turned up, looking for Calum, but Calum was out and Elvin decided that rather than wait around with Mr and Mrs Paski, he’d walk her to our yoga class. I said what yoga class, and she said the one I told him we go to together. What a memory! It’s lucky Elvin fixed the bloody bike, that’s all I can say. I told Disha to walk SLOWLY and I raced to the yoga centre. I’d already put my mat at the back when they arrived. I acted well surprised to see them. And then, as if I wasn’t under enough stress already, Elvin decided to stay for the class to see if it was as great as we said. We started out with some breathing (easy), and chanting (dumb but easy), and then even though it was almost night we Greeted the Sun (not too hard and vaguely familiar). All was well until we had to stand on one leg and stretch out our other limbs. Well, we’re not flamingos, are we? I lost my balance and Greeted the Floor. Mary, the instructor, said she didn’t think my lip was cut as badly as the amount of blood gushing from it would make you believe. You’d think I’d deserve a quiet night after that, but God wasn’t through with me yet. I had an encounter with the law on the way home. A motorcycle cop pulled me over for not having lights on my bike! Willow’s right, they should use taxpayers’ money to hunt down criminals.