This will come as a huge shock to most but rather than my usual spouting of Goth bollocks, and other made up nonsense, in these matters, this isn't my first rodeo. Investing next to fuck all time now removes an existing threat and reduces risk of pissing about going forward.
That's my CBA.
Done ten days in Spain and four days in Mablethorpe this month. Got burnt in Mablethorpe of course as I didn't think I needed to put any cream on. Now peeling on my neck and nose.
Yeah I mean 5 days by a pool in Valencia. I was fine. Lots of Factor 50 on. But an afternoon sat in a deckchair with nothing = red. Turns out lotion actually works. Well done science geeks.
Reminds me of our honeymoon in Hawaii. Pissed it down one day. Crazy storms. Dark skies. Sat by the pool (under a veranda) and had a few beers. Didn't bother with lotion. Got badly burnt.
Growing up, we used to get the occasional kid being sick in assembly at primary school for which the apparent solution was for a teacher to just put sand on it leave it for some reason. It fucking stank.
We even had an outbreak of nits once as well.
All of this was also in many ways not too dissimilar to a day trip to Maybo, but I'm not all that keen about the nostalgia for it.
We used to go for a week in a static caravan at Robin Hood camp, Chapel St Leonard's.
Years ago we reinsured the Caravan Club programme and a couple of our underwriters were invited up to Chapel/Sutton/Mable. Drove up in an Aston and still tell tales to this day of the tattoos, sun burn, obesity and chain smoking they witnessed.