Yoga. In theory: relaxing.

In practice: a stressful group activity with 100 sweaty stress balls who’ve schlepped across the capital after work to contort their bodies - in your face.

Yogoloji, a company that arranges bliss-inducing yoga retreats in Barbados, Brazil and Tanzania, has just set up a cozy nook on Ebury Street. Forget about hefty sessions of compulsory downward-dogging at sparrow’s fart followed by a rice cake and rank tea. The vibe is posh yet affordable, and all they do is one-on-one yoga. No stinky group classes: just you and whatever your body needs.

Which may be one of their unbelievably good massages. There are four kinds to choose from: worker bee, rubber neck, soul and body. (You know who you are). Do not operate heavy machinery or attend any demanding social functions after these; all you’ll want to do is curl up and go to sleep.

Do so. You’ll need your energy to cross the city again tomorrow.

Yogoloji, 54A Ebury Street, SW1 (020 7730 7473 or yogoloji.com).