Morning have sharp edges. Perth is wintering.
The fruit bowl is empty but for the banana, and even that not for long. I fly out in a week.

I saw a fantastic African extravaganza at Burswood last night with Barb, a sort of history/ showcase of African music through the years.
Aren't human bodies incredible? The show went from tribal dancing through gumboot dancing - originating from mine workers, dancing and singing in the Shebeens, gospel and hip hop. It was really rather phenomenal and I loved that the women's bodies on show weren't picture perfect. Big bums and strong legs and boobs of all different sizes and bellies - they had bellies! - and yet they were so full of joyous life and sex appeal and humour. It was great!

Work continues on its insane trajectory, but there will be a little football tonight, a little photography and running and maybe a film on the weekend, accompanied by the beautiful clean colours of this cold snap.