Jeudi 17.05.07 The Burn Factor
It’s great to have a radio; I picked one up on Monday. My favourite station has to be Ass FM. I’ve always thought I had a pretty hot ass but today its red hot. Well, it’s burnt. I don’t want to hear Smack that today!
You’d think that after almost eight months enduring scorching heat and avoiding sunburn I’d have mastered, or at least minimalised, the Martiniquan burn factor. I did apply sun cream and I left as soon as I’d taken a dip but somehow I now look like a Tangle Twister after you’ve licked all the green gloup away. To make matters worse I’ve just got piqued on the ass by a mosquito, and worse still the wee buzzy punk totally evaded me.
I thought I’d have lobster for lunch but grilled cow sounds better. When I arrive home on this Ascension Day I find Nic sprawled on her bed in her underwear and Dorian elongated on the sofa. Poor Nic got burnt too but it’s only her index finger. The first aid kit eventually comes in handy as I find some gel for her. She manages to rouse herself and show me the hot dress she got for her hot navy date tomorrow night. I spend half the afternoon bathing my bum in after-sun and the rest of the time is spent sitting on cushions either watching T.V or fixing up my Blog.
For once Dorian suggests going to Point du Bout for a few. Nic and him set off while I cool off under the air-con. Cecile and Francine are on the blower and we make loose plans for partying; I’ll see how appealing the weekend turns out to be…
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