Безымянный

SAND and MORE SAND

In the last two weeks here in Dubai we have had 3 sand storms. Big ones. My lungs have decided to go on strike. My lovely tall, say the height of an average 7/8 year old child, was blown over and shattered. Sniff, Sniff. Thank goodness that we live in a double glazed hermetically sealed environment or there would be sand dust everywhere. I went to work looking appropriately Muslim the other day as I had wrapped up my head in a lovely shawl so that I could hail a taxi and get to the office without looking like I had been blown about, tossed around and then spat out in a sand pit. It is not a look that works for me.  That is the shawl or the post wind look.