Monday, 6 July 2009

Lobster soozie

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For the past 2 days now, I have been masquerading as a lobster.

It's true. I'm just waiting for someone to grab a slice of lemon, tie my claws hands together and display me on a bed of crushed ice.

Either that or the coast guard will employ me as a beacon to warn approaching ships of impending doom.

That's right. I completely and utterly forgot that pale, freckled Scottish skin does not ever never mix with sun between the hours of noon and 4pm during a heatwave in July. On the beach. With no shade. At all. Not even a parasol.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

Oh it's hurts, boy does it hurt.

I think it's karma's way of giving me a little warning a la My Name is Earl. You see, we had been invited to a 4th of July barbecue, but made a feeble excuse at the last minute in order to go camping instead. Thou shall not lie in order to avoid boring social occasions. Let that be today's lesson.


  1. Ouch ouch OUCH, I can feel the heat from you from here....! I rarely burn, but I slather sun cream all over my children obsessively but forget to do myself. Why? The same way I force feed them water all day and forget to drink any myself and then wonder why I have a stonking headache? Hmm...

  2. God, why do we do that to ourselves? Miniegg was of course covered head to toe in factor 50 sun block, forced to drink copuious amounts of water and offered lovely water-filled snacks such as melon and oranges at every opportunity! I however stuck to to the dehydrating coffee from the flask and those addictive mini chocolate rolls from M&S. Shame on me. If I only I lived my life the way I intend for my child I'd be a glowing UK size 8 goddess by now!


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