Punk Rocker

I guess this is the closest I’m going to get to seeing a waxwing. They are about, I’m told, in Pollok Park.

I felt pretty tired today and struggled a bit with yoga. I’ve discovered the quite wonderful yoga teacher trains horses which doesn’t at all surprise me, a horse and yoga whisperer.

Caught up with neighbours, ticked off some financial stuff and then read Robin Diangelo’s “White Fragility” which I’d found in the News from Nowhere bookshop in Liverpool. A vital necessary book I should have read before now.