Quite recently I heard in the news that we are going to have bad summers for the rest of eternity (well..20 years at least) and although this is quite a depressing thought it's not entirely unexpected. It's the same complaint every year.
I don't know what happened. I swear when I was growing up, the summers were glorious, and that wasn't so long ago. What's changed? Or perhaps through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia I'm brightening things up a bit.
But now it seems we're getting a two week heatwave. Woohoo! Those dungarees I bought might not have been a complete waste of money after all.
I shouldn't complain about a lack of sunshine really. I was in India, soaking it up, fairly recently. But I got used to that, and really into my suncream routine. Snow White here needs Factor 50 because although I love the sun, it does not love me. Now I don't automatically grab the Ambra Solaire before stepping outside, because there was a miserable, though protective, layer of cloud protecting me. And then the sunshine came out for 2 minutes at the weekend and I'm burnt. Burnt, wearing a jumper and sat under a tree. It's not fair at all.
So I've spent the last few days yelping at the hot water in the shower; vainly trying to move the labels and seams of my clothes into a less painful position; and matching my red work blouse to a disturbing degree.
Yesterday I went swimming (yes, I'm persevering!) and entered phase two of sunburn. Half an hour of being submerged in cool water and I'm peeling. I will apologise now to my fellow swimmers: I didn't know this was going to happen. I feel almost as bad for you as I do for myself. What you don't know can't hurt you though and at least you don't resemble some kind of lizard.
"Oh, your sunburn, " said a colleague to me, "it's wonky...that's annoying. You'll have an uneven tan all summer."
Pah! In my dreams! In a week I'll have shed my skin and be white again.
You see: it's very difficult to be me.
Do you think if I moved somewhere where there is always sun, I would eventually get some kind of tan? More likely I suspect, I would get skin cancer immediately and have to carry a parasol around with me at all times.
Thanks to the joyful news in the weather report I'm prepared now. Automatic suncream is back on the bill and I may dig out the giant straw hat from Goa. Sunshine, you can't drive me away.
I don't know what happened. I swear when I was growing up, the summers were glorious, and that wasn't so long ago. What's changed? Or perhaps through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia I'm brightening things up a bit.
But now it seems we're getting a two week heatwave. Woohoo! Those dungarees I bought might not have been a complete waste of money after all.
I shouldn't complain about a lack of sunshine really. I was in India, soaking it up, fairly recently. But I got used to that, and really into my suncream routine. Snow White here needs Factor 50 because although I love the sun, it does not love me. Now I don't automatically grab the Ambra Solaire before stepping outside, because there was a miserable, though protective, layer of cloud protecting me. And then the sunshine came out for 2 minutes at the weekend and I'm burnt. Burnt, wearing a jumper and sat under a tree. It's not fair at all.
So I've spent the last few days yelping at the hot water in the shower; vainly trying to move the labels and seams of my clothes into a less painful position; and matching my red work blouse to a disturbing degree.
Yesterday I went swimming (yes, I'm persevering!) and entered phase two of sunburn. Half an hour of being submerged in cool water and I'm peeling. I will apologise now to my fellow swimmers: I didn't know this was going to happen. I feel almost as bad for you as I do for myself. What you don't know can't hurt you though and at least you don't resemble some kind of lizard.
"Oh, your sunburn, " said a colleague to me, "it's wonky...that's annoying. You'll have an uneven tan all summer."
Pah! In my dreams! In a week I'll have shed my skin and be white again.
You see: it's very difficult to be me.
Do you think if I moved somewhere where there is always sun, I would eventually get some kind of tan? More likely I suspect, I would get skin cancer immediately and have to carry a parasol around with me at all times.
Thanks to the joyful news in the weather report I'm prepared now. Automatic suncream is back on the bill and I may dig out the giant straw hat from Goa. Sunshine, you can't drive me away.
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