Through a glass

A flower from the East. There's a shop two thirds up the High Street, with a golden exterior. I forget the shop's name, but It's in there that the flower blooms.

Work today, then the slog up the hill to get changed for yoga, then the rush to yoga and the wound-doen feeling afterwards. And relax....

I was on my own with the two newbies today. A lot to teach them. At least everyone has a laptop now.