Friday the luckyteenth

Temperature: a rainy 17/62.5 degrees after a really warm start to autumn.

Eating: lentil Bolognese once it’s simmered to perfection.

Drinking: the cooking wine. For quality control purposes. Obviously.

Listening: to Sergio Mendes. Astro, lenda, ícone.

Watching: Lee the first chance I get.

Reading: Richard Osman’s We Solve Murders.

Writing: the lot of you to tell you to stop vilifying Friday the 13th or else I’m sending both Frigg and Freya after you.

Thinking: but isn’t Friday the 13th an unlucky day? Not in this household, it’s not.

Feeling: like dancing now that the weekend is almost here? Why not? Dancing utilizes all planes of motion (forward, backward, side-to-side, rotation) plus up and down if you’re feeling bouncy, and builds agility, mobility, body awareness, balance, coordination, endurance and strength. That’s not why I’m always going on about it, all of that is just a bonus! Dancing is whole body fun to the music of your choice. [And you don’t need full mobility to dance. You don’t even need legs. Remember that Paralympian I mentioned? We danced at their wedding with only two fully functioning legs between us. "Now I've had the time of my life..."]