The drawback to the warmer weather and more exposed skin is that I tend to get bitten, a lot, by various insects who crave my sweet, wine-tinted blood.
So my golden skin is somewhat marred by big, red, itchy insect bites that I have to womanfully resist clawing into and dab, delicately, with soothing ointment instead. My decolletage has been viciously targetted this afternoon and I look like I am growing extra nipples.
It is most unfair. My friends and family do not get bitten at all. They claim that flies are only attracted to rotting meat but I am not pleased by this explanation and find I have to push them into the stinging nettles to even things out.