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Day 155: The Words of the Prophets are Written on the Subway Walls

Except for the dodgy ankle which sends the knee off kilter which causes a lump to form in the other achilles, and the occasional migraneous headache, I am usually blessed with few ailments. So I am a little annoyed to be the victim of a flooded ear this holiday. It is not, however, stopping me from doing what ails it worst—swimming, frequenting water parks with their erratic water slides, rides and large volumes of water tipped on your head every eight minutes and eight seconds. The boy, very kindly, went off to the chemist this morning and came back with drops. I would never wish it on a permanent basis, but lying with one ear muffled by pillow, and three drops of whatever-it-was blocking the other, it was like the world got turned off, or at least down for a while. And I couldn't believe how peaceful it was. We listen to an awful lot don't we? V—— was astounded I didn't wake the other night to what he described as 'thunder as loud as a nuclear bomb' cracking over the resort. I sleep a pane of glass away from a heavy load route through the suburbs, a hoon-worthy beach esplanade and a building inhabited by music and karaoke buffs. And that's just the night time noise. It is never quiet. I think I'll keep swimming. I will probably regret it when I have to get on the plane.

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I am taking Nora (the paleo lady, Primal Body, Primal Mind) to her word on this holiday and using as little sunscreen as possible. Can't, mainly for the sake of comfort, go so far as to sit in the sun. But I have risked the sanity of the rest of the people in the area by wearing a bikini top to help maximise my tan. It feels so naughty to actively and semi-un-guiltily pursue brownness after all these years of fear mongering. Don't take my word for this being a good thing. It is just a swing-back on the great pendulum of knowledge which guides us all as to what is 'good for us' and what is 'bad'. A million people will argue in favour of the opposite. Or the diagonal. Adjacent? Who knows? But what I find weird, poolside, is that I feel I am the only person who worries that they are a big boom-bah in a small bathing suit. I look around the deck chairs and there are certainly lots of little gals who look fabulous and have little, even no, cellulite or wobbly bits, but there is a fair share of larger and wobblier ladies who don't seem to mind wearing even less than I am. Are they self-conscious? I had a momentary 'who cares' moment last year when I actually went out and bought a bikini, but that was when we had a pool practically all to ourselves. Life would be simpler if you could just not care about what you thought other people thought. Anyone got any good ideas about how one can actually do that? Stuff it, I'm going back to the room to get the bottoms to these bathers as well. Fake it 'til you make it.


The Outfit
Bather bottoms: Unique Vintage
Shirt: Op-shopped


The Holiday Photo

Cocktail: The Gin Henley, Tongkha Tin Syndicate; gin, martini rosso, muddled mint, guava and pineapple juices
Steampunk: light in the lobby


Photographer de Jour: Moi, but not for lack of effort on V——'s part


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  1. Argh, that problem with your ear sounds awful, I hope you are on the mend!
    hugs xx

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  2. Rhinocort hayfever cured my ear ailment. Glad your other ailments are few and far between.

    Enjoy. Keep up the good work V

    Dxx

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