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.
