Cycling home from Petronella’s day-workshop on the busy A650, a sudden gust of wind flaps the front of my skirt right up round my waist. Having been naked in front of fifteen people for five hours (watch a mini-movie of the session here [or if you’re in China, here] made by a photographer acquaintance), I don’t reflexively push it back down. I don’t do it for about a minute. I am at first puzzled when a taxi-driver pulls alongside me and coasts, then suddenly –
I revert to normal social behaviour.
Am I going senile?
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