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This was my post-Pilates sweaty selfie taken yesterday whilst waiting for Dan to come down the elevator so we could have lunch.

My second Pilates class (outside in Rinko Park, today), went well, until about ten minutes before the finish; when a security guard walks amongst us (we were lying down doing mat work), and told us we had to finish.

As the class had progressed, a whole school trip was going on around us. Turns out a local primary school had booked out the park and weren’t happy with our presence. (Also the sensei needed a permit from the ward office).

My sense of scheudenfrade was totally tickled by this and I was just glad it wasn’t me in the firing line this time.