Things you almost never see, unless you live where I do: two boarding school girls sitting in the sun making daisy chains while discussing whether they would be Crips or Bloods.
In spite of all my whining, this weekend is so far officially Not That Bad. I've been on house duty for six hours with two to go, and since it's a hot, sunny day I've spent most of it outside reading "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall". (I decided I ought to read some Brontë of the non-Charlotte variety and couldn't find "Wuthering Heights", so I'm stuck with the longest framing narrative in history. It's sort of charming, though.) On going inside I realised that my arms were properly sunburned. In APRIL. It's odd how difficult it is to switch into "oh no, crumbling ozone layer and prematurely aged skin" mode and out of "woohoo, tan!" mode.
Woohoo, tan!
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