Sunburn. Bugger.
I’m suffering because of the Calcutta cup. Not the rugby trophy contested by England and Scotland every year, but the annual contest at the tennis club. Although there are similarities between the two. At the ‘proper’ Calcutta cup thirty grown men attempt to beat the living doo-dads out of each other whilst chasing a funny shaped ball around. Meanwhile the fans drink lots of alcohol and cheer the more violent passages of play. At the Wakehurst Calcutta cup the violence is (mainly) dispensed with and the concentration is on drinking (champagne, natch) and chasing normally chased balls around a tennis court. Yes, as usual, the connecting factor is the consumption of alcohol.
How does this relate to sunburn? Well, Bobo and I attended the Calcutta cup on Sunday morning and after the first set (and a couple of glass of schmoo) I noticed that the sun cream had run out. So I had another glass of fizzy and thought nothing of it because it was overcast after all. Then on Sunday evening I noticed my skin getting warmer, and warmer, and warmer. Bugger. You’d think after five years in this country I would have learnt that my pale, Northern European skin doesn’t mix well with excessive amounts of ultra violet. Well, I’ve had another reminder and am suitably chastised.