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Last updated on June 15th, 2017 at 01:17 pm
I thought we were living in California rather than Washington D.C. today. My 8-year old son went to a birthday party and it turned it out to be a yoga party.
‘What did you do?’ I asked him.
‘Well, we did this excercise called salutation to the sun, then we did some stretching and then we had to meditate and then we had cake.’
In fact, when I picked him up, they were all running around the joint yelling and screaming so I think the meditation might have been outgunned by the food colouring.
On the way home I stopped at the local Whole Foods supermarket to pick up my weekly fix of ridiculously over-priced Australian cheddar (the only place in D.C. that sells it). I knew I was actually in Washington because Karl Rove was there doing his grocery shopping. I was going ask him if he’d do an interview for leftwing blogger but chickened out (see, I’d never make a journo).
I did get close enough, however, to notice that he was packing an awful lot of pork chops.