It’s that time of year when I start to think about booking a holiday somewhere faraway, a new place to discover which is hopefully very HOT!
It’s that time of year I tell myself I really should start to diet incase I book the afore-mentioned holiday and have to bear the old bod.
God forbid it’s any time soon I look like a bloody beached whale! [ one that’s in need of a desperate slick of false tan and some serious toning up]
It’s the time of year I long for and envisage the sun on my face [wearing nothing less than factor 50+ of course ]
It’s the time of year that I actually make an effort and shave my legs ! It’s been a while. I’m not sure ‘leg hair plaits’ are a thing … just yet !
It’s the time of year when snow drops and daffodils start randomly popping up , the sun rears it lovely head [occasionally] and little lambs are spotted jumping playfully around the fields. [ this is the very reason I stopped eating lamb, I could never quite get that image out of my head. It kinda spoilt my meat and two veg! ]
This week we actually experienced a couple of days of sunshine and you know what … it felt good. It actually felt like spring had sprung.
So what better way to carry on the spring feeling than with a session of laughter yoga at Meadowhall.
Which is exactly what Sue & I did this morning. Continue reading