Well, wasn’t that a turnout for the books? One magnificent, sun-soaked weekend and we’re all grinning from ear-to-ear, our moods 100 per cent better than the week prior, lounging languidly like the Riviera princesses that we are at the nearest park, terrace, or patch of scrubby grassland. Our sunscreen is meticulously applied, there is a serene, (single) glass of Rosé in hand, and an award-winning novel to one side.
As if! Hands up who got carried away and forgot their hydration, SPF and dignity in the glowing haze of good intentions this weekend? Who’s now sitting sheepishly at their desk feeling rather taut, pink, thirsty and ashamed?
