This morning I had my speaking test, and it didn’t go as badly as it could have done, although I did give the advice that upon arriving in England, one should try one’s best to find a family-like object to eat dinner with. Also, my description of the game ‘Charades’ left a lot to be desired, with my teacher asking me why people would want to play such a game, if it always resulted in such needless violence. She seemed rather more impressed the role-playing element of the test, where I politely declined an invitation, owing to my fatal allergy of cats; although in fairness, she was probably just relieved that I wouldn’t be coming to her house, even it was just a fictional party.
This evening I had planned to go to Yoga with Rie, however due to work commitments she couldn’t make it, and so I had to go by myself. As tonight was the non-beginners class, I was slightly apprehensive, but as usual my Sensei was a beacon of patience and perseverance. I still don’t think that she believes that I really am as stiff as I say I am, but when she adjusted my line during one ‘easy’ pose, it took every reserve of my will not to scream out that I felt like my leg was snapping in two. Eventually she conceded defeat, and presented me with a ‘Yoga block’: the yogic equivalent of training wheels. By the end of the session we were both exhausted, although for very different reasons.