It has been sunny today. Not, really hot, or even baking, but nevertheless Claude was left reaching for the after-sun after an hour spent walking the mutt.
I only have to look at the sun and my arms, face and neck turn a lovely shade of red and start to feel like someone is rubbing them with sand paper.
My dearest is the exact opposite and starts to go a lovely brown colour, while complaining that it could be "a little warmer".
This is just the start - the rest of the summer awaits and I will be covered up from now on.
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