enter the yoganaut

Evening at the Chateau.

My Yogic sister Marie enters clutching a rag.

She is enthused.

"Look," she cries. "Our photos are in the Leinster Leader."

As well as being a practitioner of the Yogic arts, my venerable sister is also Captain of Kilkea Ladies Golf Club.

The club recently held its annual presentation night.

Apparently some half arsed excuse for a newspaper had now decided to publish pictures of the proceedings.

I look disdainfully at the rag she is holding.

My face is a poignant preraphaelite study.

"You've brought a Leinster Leader into this house," I cry with strange high passion. I have no sister."

Paddy Pup shot her an accusing glance, then followed me as I exited stage left.

He slammed the door behind us with his tail.