Ravi came over mid afternoon and we spent the rest of the day wrapped in my doona. He's been teaching in a girl's school and said that his estrogen levels were rising to a dangerous level and that he desperately needed to be some where where he was surrounded by testosterone for a while. Now, I have sore lips and a chapped chin, on which I am applying emergency levels of moisturiser in a vain attempt to make my chin look normal again for a work audience. Oo yuk, perfumed moisturiser directly under my nose. Blur! It must be David's. How do straight boys do it with woman and their powder and perfume and lipstick and make up? I'd want to shove them under the shower beforehand every time. But, I digress...
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