A week after Langkawi and the peeling has started in earnest.
Somehow forgetting that the tropical sun can be notoriously fierce, I chose to ignore conventional wisdom and applied factor 8 to my face. Walking into the office mid-week, I kept my head down to hide my unglamorously mottled forehead.
The Thursday before Langkawi and I was out with a group of guys. The occasion was to appreciate steak. The same group of guys and girlfriends/wives were the ones we’d spent that lovely but fateful weekend with when I ‘lost’ my phone. These guys take their steak very seriously. There are rules, regulations and a rating system. A bit like my former obsession for inventorying the wines I tried. But less geeky, more tongue in cheek. Read the rest of this entry