Guilt In The Sun...
Published on Sunday 11th November 2007
 After ten days of winter sun (my first holiday since SheerLuxe launched in February and a much needed break) I returned home to a barrage of over a thousand emails and more than just an inkling of guilt...
Guilt not at the vast quantities of the dreamy and delicious seafood I’d devoured over the duration but guilt at all that time spent lounging in the sun.
A referral to the Chelsea and Westminster not long ago to have every mole on my body closely scrutinised was luckily nothing to worry about but it did result in a lengthy lecture from the consultant and firm instructions to stick to play it safe in the sun and stick to a minimum of SPF15 at all times.
I of course left the hospital with good honest intentions to follow her advice… and after a plane journey out there spent sitting in full view of the most dried up old hag that I’ve ever laid eyes on (not to mention the hideous hair extensions) I was keener than ever to take it gently.
But somehow the reality was somewhat different and two weeks in Mauritius spent under an umbrella mummified in sun block would have seemed a bit of a waste (Scotland would have been far cheaper). Because there’s nothing better than a G&T, something to nibble on pre dinner and glowing skin after a day in the sun. And let’s face it, there’s equally nothing better than arriving home from winter sun looking and feeling like you’ve found a new lease of life.
But then there’s the guilt... so what’s the answer? Rule out yet another of life’s pleasures along with chocolate, cigarettes and alcohol...?
Well life’s for living and I’m afraid to say that in this lifetime, whilst I’m on holiday, I’m going to enjoy the sun (albeit as safely as I can) for at least a few hours a day. I’ll abide by the factor fifteen rule but you won’t find me under an umbrella all day (unless it’s raining – then you’d have to wrestle me to get me away from it) anytime soon.
Yes all in moderation I hear you say.
For now though and until next time, I’m back in the safe hands of St Tropez Everyday  ...
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