a night of torture

I was tempted back to the pit of torture - the bikram yoga studio. It started well but ended with me lying flat on my back battling the urge to vomit all over my friend, Jen. Here's me driving home clutching a bottle of lucozade for dear life.

In other news Lucozade is foul. I don't know how people drink it unless extremely dehydrated/ill.

Mr B was in Aberdeen today/tonight with work. But he's telephoned home to say he's not well so I predict he'll be under a duvet for much of the weekend. Very out of character, he usually fends off all bugs like an iron man!