Yes, the farmer's tan is coming along nicely. A couple of days of sunshine and the light and dark areas of my body have become well delineated. There is a pair of 'Birkenstocked' feet, a phantom watch, sleeve marks and a neat little brown 'v' somewhere above my boobs and below my chin. Around my neck is a pale circlet where I habitually wear a necklace. Cute hey?
The lily-white bits which lurk unseen pose a problem when a radical change of costume is called for. In truth, it's not a real problem on the problem scale of 1- 10, where the state of the economy would be at 11, North Korea 10ish and running out of petrol on the motorway at 5. This is somewhere around -5 probably.
Wednesday is a case in point. A visit to London to collect a cup on behalf of Marton WI at the Royal Albert Hall means something more dressy than jeans and a T shirt is called for. Now obviously this is not an occasion for baring too much flesh (wouldn't want to frighten the WI en masse) but I would have preferred the bits that will get displayed to be less, erm, stencilled. I console myself with the thought that at least I've not been wearing sun glasses so haven't acquired that 'must have' raccoon look.
More about this presentation at a later date - presuming I survive my moment of fame on the platform under the beady eyes of some of the scariest ladies on the planet - the massed ranks of the WI.