Non-enlightenment

My slightly-barmy friend down the street, she who once tried to return my stepladders and found herself at my door carrying her own ironing board instead, has just returned from a month's yoga intensive in an ashram. Masochists' boot camp more like, but anyway....

While there, she found that her wind-up torch had run out of battery power, so she packed it away and had to do without light in her tent for the whole of her stay. Only after she got home did she remember why she'd invested in a wind up torch.....