Skirts

I dreamt I had to prepare a presentation on the illegal wildlife trade and its connotations. It was wonderful to wake and realise this was not the case and that it was in fact Sunday.

I’ve got half a dozen books on the go at the moment so during the afternoon I sat on the terrace in front of moody skies and read a chapter of each. Blissful.

Coupled with some yoga and Swahili practice, I am scaling new heights of wholesomeness. Today the language app presented me with the phrase ‘women like skirts’. I wonder if the sentence ‘men like trousers’ is equally likely to be programmed, and I doubt it.