From the yoga attic

I lay in Savasana at the end of a particularly hot and intense lesson and instead of closing my eyes I watched a spider spin a web on the skylight above me.  

A hot day and I am looking after Lizzie.  This involves walking very slowly to the square, where we take up our place at Atmos and watch people pass. I'm not sure how much Lizzie takes in.  Her speech has almost gone completely.  A conversation is no longer possible.