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