Slip, slop, slap

My bags are packed, flu shots have been administered and I've raided the chemist for every drug known to man in the event of any illnesses along the way.  What I didn't account for was that the pesky little freckle I asked the doctor about on Friday and which was subsequently partly removed, would turn out to be a little more dubious than first thought. 

Yes, the Queensland sun strikes again.  My jaunty little walk stopped in it's tracks this afternoon with a phone call from said Doctor that I need the rest of said freckle totally removed.  After an assurance that it could indeed wait until my return from my holiday of a lifetime, somehow I have to push it to the back of my mind. 

 It is ironic that the freckle in question has not seen the sun for probably a good twenty years, given that it's so far up my leg.  The only way it could've seen the light of day would've been by way of toned legs, flat tummy and the self-assurance of the nineteen year old who had them!  The damage I've inadvertantly caused to myself was done in the days before we knew about the danger of UV rays.  These days I'm the complete opposite - I won't venture out until I have on my big hat and have drenched myself in sunscreen!!  Not to mention the fact that my toned legs are no more and my tummy is fat rather than flat!!

If anyone's contemplating visiting this great country of ours - remember to slip, slop, slap.  Slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen and slap on a hat.  As for me, I'm going to slip on a big warm jacket, slop in some lovely London puddles, slap on a beanie and deal with this pesky little freckle when I return!!  I hope you all have a wonderful and safe Christmas and New Year!!  XX