I really think I could be a closet naturist.
The first thing I did when I got home from work today was strip off.
After a hard day at work, there’s something kinda relaxing about coming home, pouring a glass of wine, and getting your gear off.
And besides it was humid. It still is now, several hours later.
In between I’ve met Grant at the pub ahead of tonight’s Swedish class.
After last week’s poor turnout, we had a full class tonight. But, as with last week, the emphasis has turned to conversation about topical issues, which I really like.
Yes, we had a grammar exercise. And yes we had a very unsuccessful game of “twenty questions”. For a while it felt like we would never answer identify the identity of the mystery person.
But mostly, we were encouraged to converse about topical issues.
A few of us wrote pieces about the volcano eruption in preparation for class, so we spoke about that for a while.
Though it was still humid, I enjoyed my walk home through the streets of Surry Hills.
There’s something kinda odd about the people you see out on a Tuesday night.
You wonder why they’re out and about on a night when most people are at home… or Swedish class… or getting their gear off in the privacy of their own home.
i think that picture qualifies you as more than a closet naturist!!!
p.s i do the same. sometimes we just don’t need the weight of any more restrictions on our daily life…lol!
This wasn’t me skinny dipping! OMG. Nah, this was a pic taken by everyone on the boat cruise I did in Riga. Very funny. As we cruised past a nudist beach everyone took a pic.
And here I thought you were so brave, posting a photo of yourself naked.
One of my top blog posts just mentions the word naked. I’m thinking I should just post about nakedness everyday. I bet I’d become really popular.
It’s weird when you see the stats which show the keywords which bring people to your site, isn’t it?