I’ve just popped home from my in-laws following a scrumptious Sunday lunch, I wouldn’t usually be home so early on a Sunday only I’m about to hop into the car and to stretch myself for a ‘Yogathon’ in the name of charity, the North West Air Ambulance to be precise. It’s been donkies since I’ve donned the lycra for downward dog and all that. I once loved my Yoga lessons but with the kids after-school activities and everything else that we somehow squeeze into our weekly schedule, there seemed to be very little time for anything Paul or I fancied …
