Hooman you are not going to yoga
Practice is gradually coming back at looooooooong last after what has been a pretty shit year of illness. I’m feeling better after my first trip out of the country in 3 years to Washington DC, where I got a nifty new dropback head landing toy!
Pointy thingy!
Back in Blighty I added another year to my scoreboard, 58 in case your wondering, I wonder what percentage of 58 year olds in this country can do dropbacks.
Local Shala helping me celebrate my birthday.
It’s the NHS who seem to have reclassified me. The UK are rolling out the autumn covid booster program starting with care homes, nhs staff, Carers etc, then the next group to be invited will be the over 65’s and those designated as vulnerable. Friday morning I get a text from the NHS inviting me for my booster. I’m nowhere near 65, so I guess after Chest infections, Covid, chicken pox plus paramedic intervention and a day in hospital being tested I’m now classified as vulnerable. When they started the covid jabs I waited nearly 4 months to be called, 4th time round I’m being stabbed 3 weeks in. Luckily I got an appointment for moon day Sunday , so if I feel shit afterwards as I have on the previous 3 then I can just go back to bed.
The Journey of my practice 
