The Art of Chillaxin

Wonderful Bloggie friends!!

I owe you all an apology for my hissy fit yesterday!!! Ahem.

I promise to try and not lose my cool next time. I must remember to Chillax.

And who better to teach me the Art of Chillaxin than the wondrous and ever so sparkly Ginger Jasper!!!

Sometime in August I posted how I wanted a certain calendar to be on my Christmas list and lo and behold my wish has come true - all thanks to the most beautiful GJ and fantastic mum Carol and dad. Thank you so so so so much for making my Christmas come early!

Charlie says: Hullo there GJ and Derry and stretchy yoga kitties.

There’s also a sweet pic of the smoochiest kitty on this planet, Derry from Fuzzy Tales to help me think only lovely Blogger thoughts from now on – thanks Kim!

Have a brilliant weekend everyone!

p.s. Just read that Maximus Spittamus's brave DJ has gone to the Bridge. We, your centurions, are most saddened by this news.

Lemon and Honey, Joy and Despair or Let's Do Yoga!

Fabulous bloggie friends, thank you for reading my Muse’s guest post yesterday. Happily, she is now tucked up in bed with a mug of warm lemon water and honey.

Oh no, hang on that’s me! :-)

In my Ibuprofen fugue I think I’ve managed to write a couple of 6 worded stories for the Arvon Competition that I will of course, not win. But the joy, bloggie friends, the joy is in completing and competing! The despair of losing will come later but let’s save that for another day

Now let’s do some yoga! Here is “Skittles does the Urdhva Dhanurasana, or backbend preparation"

© Photograph: Dan Borris/Barcroft USA

A further selection of pics may be seen here. They're taken from the forthcoming 2011 calendar Yoga Puppies and Kittens that will of course be on my wishlist for anyone wanting to buy me an x-mas pressie now. :-)

Charlie says: My favourite yoga pose is The Perfect Round Fur Creature Asleep on Carpet.

Have a terrific Thursday everyone!

Of Mice and (Wo)men

Beautiful bloggie friends, I was quite stressed today!

Why? It all started when two of my female work colleagues (I’ll call them M & J) and I rescued a mouse.

Ok so the mouse came running out of nowhere in our open plan office and hid itself just behind some shelving and just squealed for its life.

There then followed an hour of me on my hands and knees making coaxing noises, M manfully moving the shelving out of the way, J behind me with a box.

This wasn’t the stressful part. It was lovely to be able to trap the mouse and release it in the park nearby. It was what happened after that disheartened me.

A little bit of background, first. M&J are very close cliquey friends. I stay out of their way and although I get on with them, it's only as far as work goes.

However when our office started to fill up, all J could do was relate how M was such a hero, how she cornered the mouse and single-handedly trapped it. How M should be lauded and given a medal for all she did to rescue the mouse.

Now I am all for being at one with my sisters but when they stress me like this it’s all I can do to burn my bra!

But I didn’t. Instead I did some gentle yogic exercises when I returned home. I am now at one with the world.

I have also discovered that cats may do yoga too:



Charlie says: I stretch without the OM!

Have a Tuesday filled with sisterly, brotherly and all sorts of creatures and plant life lurve!