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Hi, I'm Lyndsey. I'm a 36 year old Mum from Wales. I have a Masters Degree in Marketing Communications and Public Relations and put it to good use in my work as a freelance Marketing & PR consultant. I also work part time as a fundraising coordinator for a Welsh charity which I absolutely love!! With two jobs, two children, two cats and a handsome man, lets just say I'm a busy lady. 
From 2006-2008, I wrote a column for the Denbighshire Free Press. I was so proud of the feedback I got for this, even the one angry ‘You Suck’ letter to the editor cheered me up no end; it showed that people took notice of what little ol’ me had to say. It’s good to know that people give a rat’s ass either way! So, succumbing to requests from my former fan club (ok, overstating there – readers who had nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon) under the March 2014 archive you will find a selection of my early Free Press articles. I’d love to hear what you think on any of the subjects raised…you know, rat’s ass either way feedback ;-)

Monday, 13 October 2014

Day 2. Tenerife. Sunburn

 
Lets talk sunburn. Oww Mutha F*#’!!##N OUCH!

In order to save £160 on taking suitcases on our RyanAir flight to the Canary Islands, I bought us some funky, cabin -sized cases from GroupOn & we rammed a weeks worth of clothing & shoes, books and laptops into each,deciding to buy toiletries etc from the supermarket when we arrived. Simples!

Yes, our trip over was heaps easier & less hassled but the worries of lost luggage was magnified since the overhead lockers were a complete catalogue of GroupOn’s finest. Obviously, everyone else resented paying outrageous suitcase fees too. Bummer!


We arrived to cloudy skies, having brought the Welsh weather with us, so we decided to buy the sunscreen in the morning. Rookie mistake you are thinking but No, we were all still lilly white the next day. We bought a recognised brand that cost double the Euros of Spanish branded products, then trotted back to our hotel pool.

Now here is what I wish I’d known pre-flight...sun lotions from abroad are PANTS! Water-proof? Factor 50? Recommended by skin cancer specialists? My Backside! Naked, I looked like a lobster in a white bikini. By the end of our first full day in Tenerife, we were unable to hug each other without a serenade of “oww” “Ohhh” and “arghhh”

So here we were on day two in Siam Park, a beautiful aqua adventure park. Littered with beautiful women resembling Dora the Explorer’s sexy (and almost naked) older sisters. Hubby & Son did their best to have a sneaky, make sure Mum’s not looking, ogle (Fail. Lesson. Mum knows all, sees all, remembers all). My daughter managed to pull off the lobster look with the utmost glamour. Then there was me. Festering on a sun-lounger in a one-piece cossie, crispy skinned and grateful for the rain that was piddling on me, whilst my family whizzed past me on water-slides so scary that I would likely cry if I tried them.

Ok, I admit it. I started to feel a bit insecure. Ten years ago, I’d have looked just as glamorous and been just as fearless but truthfully, I sat sulking, I felt Middle Aged. Yes, I know that at 36 I’m supposed to be past all that insecurity crap, appreciate that my body has created life, accept the coming of age gracefully yatter yatter yatter. Well I am not that evolved I’m afraid. My thoughts were as shallow as the nearby toddler pool.

Deep in my sulk, gingerly slathering the Spanish branded after-sun lotion which I'd brought in the coolbox, I indulged in my 'are my face-cheeks as wide & wobbly as my ass-cheeks' self-defeatist mood. A bunch of British lads were acting rowdy on the river nearby, drunken banter so loud it was impossible to keep a full frump sentence coherent in my head. Basically, they were pissing me off!  I looked across and could see they were making the universal gestures of 'head between the boobies snufflling' and I looked around for a nearby Dolly Parton on a pogo stick.  Nope.  It was either me or moob-man across the way. 

 Annoyed, I looked back and they boys grinned and blew me kisses; pity kisses I assumed.  Well, they could shove em where...."Wow Mum,  working the beach look, you look gorgeous"  I eyed my daughter as she bounded over to me, dripping wet from some scary-assed slide. Her frazzled skin looked painful but she still somehow managed to smile without making her sun-blisters weep.  The rain, drizzling onto her face, made the after-sun I was applying, drip into her eyes yet she still grinned and said "Come on Mum. It's not as much fun without you". 
 
Damn. Slapped with the mum-guilts, this kid knew how to work me.  She suddenly burst into a fit of giggles ad pointed across the river to a woman who had slipped through her rubber-ring and got her bum wedged, feet and arms flailing in an attempt to gain some control.  I laughed too and hoped that I karma would not deliver me the same fate in retribution.  "Ok angelcakes, Lets do it"
 
One hour later. Curse the crap sunscreen.  I left half my poor, red skin stuck to my inflatable rubber-ring.  That's when I decided.  Next hols, I'm taking the Ambre Solaire with me, in a special GroupOn of its own.  Owww... 
 
To see what Siam Park in Costa Adeje has to offer, click here.  Highly recommend. My family & I had a fab time. Its worth getting a two park ticket which allows you access to Siam Park & Loro Parque which is an incredible zoo, along with bus travel. Two day ticket gets you a discounted rate.
 

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