Thank Goodnesss it Friday

Okay, so for those of you who are following the incredibly exciting saga of me and the squash player. I received an email from the manager of Costa Rhu (whom I had copied in the correspondence because of the accusation that I hadn't paid for the squash courts) to say, sort it out yourself, guys. Good move. The German wrote to me and said he couldn't control the players or guarantee they could keep the noise level down, so I booked the squash court. Later, he backed down and called a truce. We are now at the position where he is going to try and keep his mates quiet and I won't book the squash courts. Guess I won, thanks to Pete, who was actually writing the emails. Life goes on.

Yoga today was lovely. The girls this morning were super and I will definitely miss the lovely English girl who is going back to the UK on Monday. One thing I really hate about Singapore is how difficult it is to constantly be saying goodbye to people you have grown to love. Take care, Penny, be safe. In the afternoon class at M&C I had one lovely girl who was obviously very highly strung and had started contractions at only 33 weeks. It is an interesting case because both her doctor and I think its because she is too stressed and so yoga could possible help her to relax and delay the birth of her baby. She was lovely and I hope she keeps coming to the classes. Only other comment was the complaint by the staff that changing class times was a problem. Well, ladies, so is coming to classes that don't have any students - I don't get paid enough for that.Fortunately for all of us, numbers are screaming up and I will make a fair profit this month.

Pete is busy swotting for his test (yet another) tomorrow. Until next time, love ya all.

"I am simply a woman who has found her soul and is living her dream" Robin Sharma and me