So the sun is here at last.
I head to town to enjoy the St George’s celebrations – lovely.
But my day is ruined by the copious amounts of exposed flesh.
Now I am not a prude: exposed flesh is a good thing on occasion.
But not when it’s been hidden for our very long and cold winter.
White, puny legs, wearing flip-flops, overflowing bits that have had too much comfort food, a huge amount of shaving rash on legs where the ladies have rapidly removed winter growth.
I don’t want to talk about the underarm rashes I was subjected to.
Yes, I know, you need to get out in the sun to get that summer skin glow, but please, I beg you all to sun worship in private until you are a suitable colour for public view. Thank you.
GEORGE FRANCES, Donnington Bridge, Oxford
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