The smell of my sun-cream is pissing me off.
It was all I have left over in the house but in the past every time I wear this brand of sun-cream I am on a beach somewhere. It reminds me of sand, of laying on the towel getting an excellent tan, of eating twisters and other fruit based ice lollies really quickly because the heat is melting them faster than you can eat them, of the sound of waves and the feel of jumping in the sea to stop the skin cooking process. It reminds me of getting up to walk to the beach bar to get a cool drink but having to run really fast because the sand is so hot it is melting your feet. It reminds me of coming home to the villa and using the outdoor shower to wash off all the sand and then collapsing inside with the blinds down to sleep through the hottest part of the day and wake up refreshed and ready for a night of cocktails.
The best I can do today is to take my study stuff outdoors and pretend that I am really on a beach.