sense-memory

Sitting out on my roof today, in a bikini, in the scorching heat, and overlooking next door's smoky barbeque, I was suddenly hit in the gut with a sudden incredible memory of being in Cambodia. I didn't wear a bikini then but the smell of the charcoal and the sticky heat were so incredibly and heartrendingly reminiscent that I teared up for a minute.

Now I am crying because I am sunburned pretty much everywhere it is possible to be sunburned, except on my face because the foundation I wore to Asda is SPF 15.

It was just so hard to get onto the roof that it didn't seem like sensible energy investment to get back down for suncream.