Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Dress code, pigment and to err is human.

1. The morning is cool and the air is full of something halfway between rain and mist. I worry that I have put the wrong clothes on and that I'm going to spend the whole day shivering and curling my legs up under my skirt. But at work, the temperature creeps up to 27 degrees, and I am glad of my cotton dress.

2. The amazing ability of my skin to change colour in the sun. I'm not a fan of deep tans -- but there is something magical about the white between my fingers against the brown backs of my hands.

3. Going to my scriptwriting class and knowing that it is safe to make mistakes.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...