Off into the garden. It's a beautiful day; hat, sunscreen on arms, face, neck. Mustn't forget the neck! Now, have I forgotten anything? Yes, it appears I have.
And given that exactly the same thing happened last year (on a smaller scale...bad choice of T shirt yesterday) you would think I would learn!
But it wasn't even that hot yesterday! It was the length of time that was the culprit.
In my discomfort I was thinking about my childhood and my poor mother (remember sunscreen hadn't been invented yet) trying to keep me from this fate every day of every summer. It's no wonder she failed. I remember one vicious burn down in Victor Harbour in my teens, where lying on my sheets that night felt like lying on sandpaper.
So far I have only had one skin cancer removed, from the back of my index finger. I believe that one to be the result of a nasty burn when I was a year old. Mum, newly arrived from the UK, took me out for a nice walk after lunch on a mid-January day. She assiduously covered me in clothes from head to toe, not forgetting a hat [oh wicked parents of today who would send their children out without a hat, I frown on you!!! >:-( ] and popped me into a pusher complete with sunshade. But oh, the little hands clutching the front bar of the pusher....oh, oh, oh. They were fully exposed. Later that day they blistered.
So, doing a few sums, I can expect the skin cancers from my teens to start emerging within
the next ten years. Something to look forward to.
Mum and I with my sister in the offending pushchair
But something we ARE looking forward to is the arrival of Mum and Dad.......TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
* NB: I find the formatting in blogger impossible to manipulate. It looks one way in the 'create' window, another in the preview and invariably it is completely different on the screen. gggrrrrr
Any suggestions?
We are suffering from hideously, dangerously hot weather in Adelaide at the moment. 42C at 5pm this afternoon!! So what did my Baby Angel do on the last day of her holidays? She went outside with her friends and had a water fight in her bathers. Now, this would seem, on the face of it, to be a sensible, cooling idea but consider dear reader, the colour of my Baby Angel's delicate skin! Having been a previous resident of Blister City on a number of occasions, you would think she had sufficient functioning neurons to remember what 3rd degree burns on her back felt like.
