JW looked down on me from her vantage point atop a pretty white pony and launched into a speech on wrinkles and plastic surgery. I wondered if she was trying to tell me something? Perhaps she’d tried botox and was recommending the same to me?

Afterwards I popped into the newsagent’s shop. Due to the ban on all Western media there were only a few Asian magazines left on sale. I didn’t bother buying anything and instead went to join the other women in the queue to visit the massive mosque. Nearly all were dressed in abayas. I hoped that I would be allowed into the monument even though I was just wearing shorts.