So then – the sun comes out, the weather's lovely, every other Brit is stripping off down to their pasty alabaster torso, baring the gleaming white flesh to all and sundry and – quite rightly – making the most of the epically nice warmth and springtime sun.
So what is Saddo Scott doing?
Hiding from the sun.
Sitting in the shade.
Afraid to take the roof off the car.
Wincing at the warmth.
And even packing long sleeve t-shirts for the boat, instead of sun-sucking short sleeved tops
Sighhhhhhhh……
All for fear of attracting a healthy glowing tan to my arms and looking like a two-tone navvy on the Big Day, with brown arms and a white saggy old lady chest.
Poo - all this lovely weather and I have to hide from it!!!
Yours, never-knowingly-undertanned, until this sorry day – thank god only another 3 weeks until Dracula can come out to play in daylight again.
The White Whale x