Just returned from a weekend jaunt down to Florida, for my grandfather’s 85th birthday. And while my canasta and shuffleboard skills are duly honed, I’ve also scored the sort of fire-engine red shoulder sunburn only possible after beach front hours in the mid-day sun deep in a summer previously spent entirely t-shirted.

As typing requires moving, further dispatches await purchase and copious application of industrial strength aloe salve.

Until then, I’m off to take a bottle of Advil.