I’ve burnt my nose! And I’ve also got an angry red splodge on my right arm. I am officially that British lobster woman with crispy crackling skin. How embarrassing.
I’m struggling to understand how this happened since I spent at least half an hour lathering myself with factor 40, taking care not to miss anywhere out, before I even left the house today. And then I slapped on another coat at the beach an hour or so later. This sun must just be mighty powerful here.
I’m also currently cultivating a very impressive contrast between the skin that’s usually covered by my bikini and the rest of me, which is now quite tanned (by my standards). Now I look like I’m wearing white underwear even when I’m naked. Very classy.
The high point of my day today was successfully opening a tin of sweet corn with my Boy Scout style tin opener so I could make my spicy vegetable and noodle soup. The soup was bonne and I made enough to feed an army. I shall be feasting on that for several evenings next week after my arduous journeys to Fort de France for some doubtless badly organised and VERY boring workshops. Yay... can’t wait...
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