Saturday was spent in, watching a bit of telli and fighting with the kitchen in the attempt of delivering the tasty dinner promised to Zuza, Dan and Rich. The result: partly successful. The veggy polenta in ragu’ sauce (Bolognese sauce in Le
Satisfied with my cooking capabilities but annoyed by a persistent cough, I started my working week with contrasting feelings. At lunch time of Monday, when our yoga teacher didn’t turn up for a misunderstanding, my colleagues volunteered me to lead the class. I couldn’t refuse it because, first, I did want to do some yoga and, secondly, this was the right occasion to prove myself in this yearned field. So, still resenting from the big dinner of the day before and with my voice constantly threatened by an incurring cough, I led my companions through one hour of asanas. All in all, it went well. Fortunately, they were not beginners, so they knew already most of the positions’ names. The only critique I received was about rhythm and timing: I made them hold each pose for a bit too long: too concentrated in adjusting people poses, I kept losing count of the seconds. The fact is that I really wanted to establish a contact with my (for a day) students and communicate them my energies, always in the total respect of their bodies because I like to make it clear: I am not, or better wouldn’t be, one of those teachers forcing his/her yogi into their positions. However, this didn’t justify me for my inexperience which was paid by my colleague’s aching bodies. Auch!
On Tuesday I went to Spanish and enjoyed the class. We talk more than in the previous two courses, and our teacher is gradually abandoning English. Two new Italian guys (Francesco and Marco) joined us, and Zuza came back after a long absence.
What's more? Oh, yes. On Wednesday, a real fire alarm woke us up from our desks and called us outside in the freezing weather. It was 4.30pm. We hanged around the office for half an hour before going back inside, but only to switch the PC off and take our stuff. There was a pungent smell of smoke all over the offices. What happened? No clue except that the fire was coming from the smelly Japanese restaurant located underneath our building. After this mini-adventure Fiona and I headed to
Yesterday night Amanda and I finally went to the Sadler's Wells for the Edward Scissorhands performance (review on soon). It was my first dance-theatre experience, and immensely enjoyed it.
This morning, I was feeling rough, but helped by my yppie-poddy’s music, I dragged myself to the office only to find that there was a power cut. What is going on? Did our company’s high managers get a curse? After lingering around for a couple of hours, we were allowed to go back home. I spent most of this afternoon in bed. And loved it.