My dear friends, let me tell you something sensible today:
The Sun, thou shalt avoid.
Indeed it’s bad. I know what I’m talking about. Cursed by a fair skin I am no stranger to sunburnts. I got my fair share, I don’t think any part of my body has been spared during those last 25 (almost 26) years.
I know very well everything of its dangers but still I burn.
Last weekend however I’ve touched the bottom (if bottom there is) of the stupidity. From now, my relationship with the Sun will never be the same ever again. Last Sunday we went to Brighton – lovely town, and decided to sat on some deckchairs we found on the beach. Not for long, just for 10-15min because we were tired (we got up at 6am this morning). Hardly suprising, we fell asleep.
Yep.
Asleep.
How more stupid can that be?!?
As a result my dear friends, I woke up BURNT! I mean burnt, burnt, burnt. The face (of course), the arms, the neck, the legs burnt, the toes (ouch!) burnt.
I’m not talking about the pain here. It hurts. A lot.
I’m talking side effects. The very, pretty, original, striking, attention-grabbing side effects.
- The glasses effect. In my case even more striking because I was wearing mask-like designer glasses. I now have (and must live with) a big white mark around my eyes and accross my face while the rest of my face is red, red, red. My boss when she saw me on Wednesday literally burst into laughing… It is that bad.
- The scabbing (yuk) effect. My nose tip and my chin are so burnt that a brownish scab is actually forming…
- The pealing effect. And I’m pealing! I’m disseminating my DNA in the whole of London. It’s terrible, it’s terrible, I not only look like a leper but it’s gross!!
To those who say I deserved it, well yeah ok. I did. To the others, thanks for your support in those troubled times.
PS: One of my colleagues actually proposed to cut me a balaclava in a Nusa Soup paper bag so, I quote: “You can hide yourself and look innocuous in the Tube back home..“
{sigh…}
