It's getting warmer. Summer is slowly creeping up on us. People are starting to cast aside their long trousers and long sleeves in favour of shorts, skirts and tank tops. This is the time of year I dread. Being Englishly pale skinned and living in south Italy, the idea of having to bear my brighter than white legs and arms to the world fills me with dread. Especially when I have to go around with my family. Carlo is so dark skinned that when we went to Egypt he was often mistaken for a local and Skye has inherited his skin tone. So next to them two I positively glow with whiteness. Even after 3 months on the beach the locals tease me and call me 'mozzerella'.
So, in preperation for possible leg exposure in the next few days I have taken advice from English glamour model Jordan. She says,"You should never be afraid you're putting on too much (fake tan). I really pile it on-it looks like I'm coming out of a mudbath. But when I shower it off in the morning it goes even." If it works for her...
Ok- so I have just completely covered myself in huge amounts of St Tropez. Skye thought it was chocolate and wanted to lick my legs. Tomorrow morning I will be a bronzed goddess.
Or a stripey nightmare.