We Love Yoga

Not true.
Lucy does, but I'm about as flexible as a dining room table.

She spent most of this morning contorting herself into all manner of poses, including a couple that convinced me she's made entirely of rubber.
I've told her she should stick two fingers up at the hoops they make teachers jump through in Korea - and train to be a yoga instructor instead.

Maybe she could even teach me a bit, in what she said would be 'the ultimate challenge'.
In a straight yoga contest between myself, an ironing board and a lamppost, I'd come in a convincing third.