After managing to avoid any sort of sunburn throughout the whole of the TT (although I did develop nice tanned arms and face), today, I got burnt. Wasn't deliberate. I was just reading a book in the garden and not realising just how red I was going.
It wasn't until I came indoors and went to have a shower ready to go out that I noticed it. First in the mirror and then when the hot water of the shower hit it and it stung like crazy!
Searched the cupboard for the 'aftersun' which I had safely tucked away at the back of one of the cupboards not expecting to have any use for it and covered myself in it.
Now it's just a bit tender!
I blame it on Andy. If he hadn't cried off from the pub tonight, I wouldn't have had time to read the book or sat in the garden as I'd have been walking to St John's.
Oh well....
