Snoozing and Sweaty Yoga

Last night after we'd just turned a light out, a strange thought dashed across my mind. Every morning, the alarm goes off at 7.15am, the Boy hits the snooze button, it goes off again, he crawls out of bed, he turns to me and asks,

'What time do you want me to set the alarm, kid?'
'What time is it?' I ask.
'It's 7.20am.' He always replies.

And then I tell him how much longer I want to sleep for (sometimes 20 minutes, sometimes half an hour). It properly made me laugh out loud, as we have the same conversation every morning.

Anyway, I went to hot yoga again last night and this time, the radiators were stuck on maximum. It was boiling and so surreal, as I was boiling even though I could see the ceiling fans were going round. When the front two rows started to collapse, the instructor opened some windows. It was too hot even for hot, sweaty yoga.