It was so lovely being at Millbrook on Sunday morning watching a beautiful girl poledancing, and a muscley guy lying on a bed being acupunctured.
And the Zumba class on the putting green ... the bit where they all do that trembling thing with their bums was quite, quite extraordinary.
No wonder organiser Frith Grimmond had such a huge smile on her face - everyone was having a ball at the first Life Synergy Expo.
There were hundreds of people looking around wondering whether to get their tongues mapped or their fortunes told.
There were lectures on organic vegetable gardening, opportunities to sponsor battery hens, demonstrations on cooking all sorts of deliciousness - thanks for organising such a great event.
Among all the startling things to see and do, the biggest shock to many was seeing my darling join the yoga class on the putting green.
He and Dardy Wallace have heard the rumours about what yoga does for your golf and came along to give it a go.
They did brilliantly, but I am still not sure what prompted my darling to come along. I promise that no instruments of torture were used. Unless just being married to me counts.
A lot of the athletes and non-athletes finishing the Motutapu on Saturday looked as if they had experienced their own bit of torture.
It was really exciting being down at the finish line watching them all come in.
We were waiting for Willy Roberts and Baz Smith, who we thought might win the much tougher version of the already brutal 42km Motutapu race.
It seems their new improved training programme, which had included a two-day bender at Josie's 50th, wasn't as successful as they might have liked, and got them a fifth place.
I felt quite sporty hanging around all that sweat and lycra and hoped people might think I was an athlete as well. I didn't fool anyone.
Scarlet Heels. It's 26 stories about sex told to the author (so she says) by different women.
I'm going to have difficulty looking at some of those older Merivale matrons without thinking of some of these stories and wondering ...
Some are very saucy, some are very sweet and it's interesting to know those memories keep floating around forever in those permed silver heads.
Jenny Mehrtens told me to read it, and particularly Olive's story about the bath, but my favourite was Katherine's.
McAlpine is a poet as well, and although I wasn't mad about the poems that end each story, her prose is full of perfect images.
The Glass Room, by Simon Mawer.
Maxine Alterio and Hannah Holm had both recommended it to me, and I only wish I had read it sooner.
Its hero is really a famous house in Czechoslovakia, by Ludwig Mies van der Rohe (known as Rainer van Abt in the book), and the story spans some seven decades.
Viktor, a very forward thinking Jewish businessman, commissions a steel and glass house for himself and his family.
The impending Nazi invasion forces them to flee to Switzerland leaving their beautiful house of light and openness behind in the darkness of that period of history.
Historical novels are fabulous - history doesn't always play out in a way that makes for interesting reading, so adding a bit of fiction makes things move along much more freely and this is a sensational example.
I'm still haunted by the decisions some of the characters had to make, and the tying up of details at the end is perfect.
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend and don't forget the Trailblazer on the 25th.
And a big thank you to Lynn McRae, who reminded me that the website I mentioned last week is www.lumosity.com not luminosity ... (don't remember an "in", Miranda, don't remember an "in". There isn't one.)
