Changing clothing during the day is not br entirely frivolous, it serves a real purpose br different clothes to make various activities br interesting - washing dishes, fun wearing br swimsuit and shorts to freely splash water br and soap everywhere, mopping floor after- br wards, barefoot to feel fancy free br br Off to the pool for a dip, lying with a book br in the sun, long pants to survive the cold br study, off to the shops with a different top br to look almost smart casual, the large pink br kimono shirt has been outlawed, too bright br and too weird, grabbing Tiaan’s old winter br fleeces when twilight coolly descends br br Wearing green camouflage Saturday, playing br at being a soldier in communist Russia - the br eternal legacy of my reading Konsalik when br I was small and fell in love with his delighted br rendition of the passionate Russian characters br enduring the Siberian cold with an attractive br and amazing kind of panache br br Reminding me of Ivan Rebroff, a deep bass br singing The Volga Boatsman, None But The br Lonely Heart could understand how much br dreams mean to me…br br Margaret Alicebr br