SUNDAY ☼

I’ve been back for about half a day now.

Checklist of jobs done:

1 washed up at 3am (yes, my teens had done that much) – they claimed the delft mountains were no more than two day's worth – awesome!

2 Slept

3 Created a mountain of laundry with the same zeal as Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters - carved my way through the north face so far

4 Used, checked and re-checked the scales

5 Looked for something more active to do.... Twitter and read my emails

6 Researched Q from James Bond –  on the holiday, I realised that I didn’t know: do you know his real name?

7 Went shopping – the “few friends who came around for tea” obviously left with the contents of my freezer under their arms; I felt like Little Miss Hubbard

8 Went for a long walk in the park, and home

9 Thought long and hard about what I wanted to post

10 Discovered, the reason why my scales are not reading the same numbers they were when I left:

Others might have suspected that the chef at the four star hotel was, pound for pound, a bit good, but I knew there had to be a better reason why my scales were claiming extra weightage. Did you know that the sun’s gravity is 28 times greater than that of planet Earth?

No?

Yes!

So, I figure, when tanning, in hotter climes and 4 star hotels, you absorb gravity at a rate more closely resembling the sun’s. 

Have you never noticed that when the tan fades the pounds disappear too?

Scientific mystery solved: tanning makes you gain, not only weight, but mass, relative to the sun’s gravity.

I am so glad that mystery is solved. : )