No, no, no, you're not the killable-by-a-bit-of-summer type. Besides, it's not like you're living in the Drunense Duinen.

Happy to hear I am not sounding blonde yet, but this sun is doing its best to turn the silver into gold (which is far from flattering. It somehow connotes chain-smoking - which is not what we want to have to think of with our delicate lungs).

Or it could just be the sun that's done it for him, too. All those happy little tours du monde on his bike...