Getting naked in Edinburgh (Rousse)

I shopped naked on Princes Street not because I was an exhibitionist, but because I hated the process of getting dressed.

TPR begged me to break this habit, fearful that one day I would eventually be spotted in the nude by someone who knew me.

As a compromise I wrapped myself up in a single white bed sheet around, Hallowe’en ghost style.

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