We’re in the middle of a huge sandstorm at the moment. It does exactly what it says on the tin: very very high winds, (I had to rescue the washing from the balcony this morning where some of my smalls were threatening to fling themselves off and onto the pool below – imagine the shame!) combined with a lot of sand being flung into the air.
This means that visibility on the roads – or anywhere – is very bad, and on leaving the apartment this morning I had half a ton of sand:
a) in my hair
b) in my eyes
c) in my lipgloss
Not a good look! I abandoned the usual walk to work and hailed a cab. On arrival at the office I looked like a crazed afghan hound that’s had a particularly vigorous walk on the beach. Nice!