Recently it’s been slightly less freezing and slightly more lukewarm temperature in Plymouth, so sure enough I immediately turned the shade of hot-pink boiled lobster. If you don’t believe me, behold:
Excuse the shiny glazed look of the legs, I moisturised them to within an inch of their life, since I had been waddling around like some crazed old crone because of the soreness. Just to reiterate, here’s Kieran looking gorgeously tanned:
And here is my boiled-traffic-cone beacon of a leg, brighter than the sun and terrifying passers-by:
! That’s what I look like right now too!
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It’s painful isn’t it! 😭
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