Sun. I need you.

Pin-up by Vargas

It's not a dodgy thyroid.

It's not diabetes.

It's not early menopause.

It's a frickin' vitamin D deficiency!

Blood tests confirm I don't get out enough.

'Slip. Slop. Slap.' was drummed into my skull at the local Life Saving Club as a kid and I remember the ads playing every summer. Since the campaign was released in 1981 the incidences of the two most common skin cancers have dropped but the incidences of the more deadly melanoma have actually increased. The jury is still out on wether low serum levels of vitamin D are linked to the susceptibility and proliferation of melanoma cells. 

So I'm going to take my chances nakedly, 10 mins, 6 x per week. Doctor's orders. The rest of the time I will stay 'sun smart'.

Saving my sanity

Three visits to the doctor. 
Three grumpy people. 
Short tempers and lots of grrrrr...

Time to get out with friends and what better place than Ceres to wind it back a notch?







Mud, cubbies, sausage rolls, porridge with maple syrup and a bloody good whinge. 

Phew! Feeling more normal. Feeling earthy. Feeling sane.

Thank-you trees, gardens, chickens, a very cool mum and her beautiful babes. See you all very soon.