change

It happens to the best of us.

I'm sure you've all missed me incredibly over the last few weeks (it's a shame sarcasm doesn't translate well through the written word).

You may have all been wondering where I have been since May...well those of you who know me, will know I have been busy 'baking'. For thoses of you who are further afield, that's a euphemism for having a bun in the oven, up the duff, knocked up, in the pudding club, eating for two, on stork watch etc etc. The last few weeks have been pretty exhausting and nauseating, a combination that does not mix well with getting up at 5.30, for any reason, let alone to drag my weary ass out into the cold, pitch black morning and try and find some creative morsel in my otherwise energy depleated, rapidly expanding body.

However, you'll be glad to know (again, sarcasm) that I am feeling much more lively, and promise to suck it up and get back on the wagon.

The weekend looks like it might be nice, spare me a thought when you're out and about, I'll be stuck indoors revising for my end of term yoga exam. Awesome. I shouldn't be all that nervous as I randomly taught my first ever Ashtanga Class on Wednesday night...a complete fluke, a story for another time.