The rainy season officially started yesterday. I don’t mind the rainy season because the garden loves it, and it’s sunny rain, warm rain, not grey, cold, UK rain. Over the next 4 or 5 weeks this will wear thin though.
Problem is the rain brings with it a terrible cough that keeps me up half the night. A mysterious cough that starts when the rain comes and stops when the rain does. Only rainy season rain though, not regular rain.
I also have a cold. Yesterday everyone had their own plans, which left me on the sofa with a mug of Heinz Tomato Soup, courtesy of Uncle Brick and his lovely wife, who brought it back from Canada for me.
I watched a 4 hour Lie To Me catch-up. It’s not a great show, but Tim Roth is awesome.
World War 3 began this morning over umbrellas. Apparently some people in this house have been stealing other people’s umbrellas.
I tried to care, but I didn’t really, couldn’t muster up the necessary energy.
Maybe I’m over-doing things. last Wednesday I went to a stretch-yoga class, one of the groups organised through the school. The same type of group I way back insisted I would never join.
Decided to go for broke and jog down to the room. It’s only a couple of kms, but it’s the first time I have jogged to a destination rather than laps. It was quite easy.
It was in a beautiful tatami room, with Japanese garden views on every side.
It was so easy.
It was granny stretching.
I was secretly congratulating myself on how flexible I’ve become from doing yoga weekly for the past year.
I stopped patting myself on the back when I got up on Thursday morning and could barely make it down the stairs. It was such a relief to have made it as far as the toilet, I had to sit there quite a while, planning how to get one foot in front of the other as far as the kitchen.
Thought I was crippled for life.
Turns out I wasn’t, fortunately, but now I’m wondering what I’ve signed onto.
In other news I heard about a summer camp on Lake Biwa. All sorts of water sports, kayaking, windsurfacing, ‘wild swimming’ where kids dive off a boat in the middle of the lake. I felt that had Kev and Jim written all over it, so have signed them up for a 5 day stint at the beginning of August. I shall consider them being away for 5 days, my holiday.