'I am off to my yoga class' = I am going to a place where I will roll out a mat and do some weird shapes.
But technically speaking if we are talking about the postures we perform in a yoga class, we should be calling it Asana class rather than Yoga class. But that's like pointing out that a hoover should be called a vacuum cleaner and ping pong is the name of the brand of a table for table tennis...pointing that out would be pedantic, wouldn't it?
The Art of Turning a Blind Eye
I have been painting the Grand Hall of my house, which incidentally is 1m2. My other half says it looks much better than before. I think the paint now highlights all the imperfections in the walls and the old radiator, the cracked door frame and scuffed skirting board. These imperfections invisible prior to my contribution, now really annoy me.
Meanwhile, my other half is tiling in the West Wing, aka the bathroom. I think it looks fabulous, so much better than before. Yet all he can see is the gap between the centre tile is 2mm narrower than the tile above it. Had he not pointed this out, I would never have noticed. This imperfection really annoys him.
In both cases it's not perfect, but better than it was before and in actual fact - it is fine, it does the job more than adequately.
And yet it niggles...
We want perfection