No. 63 Plaisir d'amour

Listening to eldest's interpretation of no.63. Not bad at all.

Now then, can I be bothered going to yoga tonight? The rain's lashing down and I fancy wallowing in a hot bath. Mind you last week yoga had the added attraction of chocolate cake. You see the venue for the class is a community hall and last week the yoga class followed a children's birthday party. There was squished chocolate cake all over the place, so every time I lowered my face down to the floor for the next agonising position it was very tempting to just quickly flick my tongue out and snatch up a wee crumb of choccy cake.

I call this new move the lizard.