So, it’s a short week this week due to Australia Day on Monday. Yay Australians for having a day. Although not technically Australian, I took the holiday regardless. No one has asked me to explain myself.
We camped on the Murray River with about a dozen other people, including assorted children and dogs. I had none of the children and two of the dogs. It was a great time, but then again camping always is. I was wearing a cross-back singlet top when we arrived, and after putting up the tent in the full sun I felt the slightest bit tingly. Burn? Me? With blue eyes, blonde hair and skin so pale that phosphorescent insects are attracted to my luminousness? I do not comprehend your meaning, sir. Anyway, no real harm done due to diligent application of sunscreen. But my fatal mistake was wearing the same singlet the next day, and getting more sun, thereby cementing the criss-cross pattern indelibly on my back. It’s like the mark of the devil. I could worship the sun for the rest of the summer and I would still have the stain of inattentive tanning etched on my back. And as I don’t get that much sun at the best of times, I see a future in which next summer, I will still see a ghostly white apparition visible on my back. Pray for me.
