It's been almost four weeks since I shared in my Blog group. Not, let me tell you, for lack of trying but rather because of groups. Groups. My life seems overwhelmed with groups. Support groups, special interest groups, groupies etc. In the last four weeks I've lost seven kilos, attended three Weigh Less group meetings, become part of the Sunday afternoon show-house shopper group, discussed Sex with my men's group, read poetry in a group, participated in two yoga groups and now wonder how long it will be before I'm in group therapy.

Psychologically speaking (I know this from group, you see) there is in-group and out-group. What this means in practice is that there will also be people who are in the group who don't want to me (like me and Weigh Less) for example, people who are not in the group but desperately want to be (other property owners in my case) people who travel on luxury liners across the oceans (as I write this, a fairy-lit ships sails past my window and I find myself wishing I were part of that group too.) In groups there are also levels of authority - the leadership always comes first but then, graduated like a flight of rickety stairs, are those who know the ropes just a little more than the newbies. In my Yoga group, I am no longer the newbie. Even though I can only hold some poses for a nanosecond while others not at all, my chanting is very impressive. Rich and resonating, my Ong bounces off the walls like the buns of that famous window-washer that Patsy Stone enjoyed.