Sunscreen

Maritime Festival, day 2.
The sun today was scorching. And it scorched me. It chased me and I chased the shade. I put on sunscreen, then the cooling gel sunscreen that promptly pilled into disgusting little balls, then more other sunscreen. But all too little avail.

I thought I had killed a senior. No, I'm serious.
This frail-looking, elderly Jewish lady stopped at our stand and told me she worked with Dolly.
'I work with Dolly,' she said. Her English wasn't very good, so I thought she just wasn't using tenses. I smiled and nodded. Then she asked me how Dolly was. I hesitated. Then I said that I was sorry, but that Dolly had died. The woman looked at me and staggered. She actually staggered. I thought she was going to fall over. She didn't quite believe me, she kept asking more questions to check we were talking about the same person. I asked her if she needed to sit down. She almost did, but instead steadied herself on the chair. She was visibly shocked, but I was glad she was able to walk away.

At the end of the day I was sticky, tired, burnt and once again, mosquito-bitten. I also had a fair bit of pondwater on me. And honestly? I didn't feel it was worth it.

We are forecast one more day of intolerably hot weather then rain for a week. Gott sei Dank.

We just watched another new TV series called 'Greek'. It was dire, my dear God, it was dire. There has been a rash of new TV shows that are formulaic, somewhere there is a Stock, Aitken and Waterman of the TV world. I think it's God's way of telling us to buy smaller TV sets, because there's sod all to watch on them.