so remember i told you all about how i thought the monsoon was an urban myth? and then how i'd caught a glimpse of it far, far away on the horizon? ok, not that far, but you get my point.
well.
it's here.
i am officially damp and freezing cold. yesterday i was toasting on a sunbed in my bikini. roasting, some would say, judging by the pinkish-red colour i'm sporting only 24 hours later.
today i am in a hoodie. no word of a lie; harem pants pulled down to the ankes and my husband's hoodie keeping me warm as the wind buffets me around, spritzing me with a mix of sea spray, mist and monsoon rain.
it's here and i'm happy.
well.
it's here.
i am officially damp and freezing cold. yesterday i was toasting on a sunbed in my bikini. roasting, some would say, judging by the pinkish-red colour i'm sporting only 24 hours later.
today i am in a hoodie. no word of a lie; harem pants pulled down to the ankes and my husband's hoodie keeping me warm as the wind buffets me around, spritzing me with a mix of sea spray, mist and monsoon rain.
it's here and i'm happy.
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