Blanket of Cloud!

There has been a blanket of cloud over our beach (Note I have claimed this small patch of Paradise as my own) since Monday and to tell you the truth I am not happy. Although my sleeping has digressed to my student days and my eating and toilet habits are back to normality I am slightly peeved at the lack of sun. Now I know most of you are drudging through snow back in Blighty and the days have no day light what so ever (my small violin plays just for you)- The most annoying aspect of this dreary gloom which has descended on us is that it is still too hot. Too hot and no tan to show for it - merely loads of sweaty towels, sheets and socks - Our apartment has a strange boys locker room smell to it and we have a cleaner on a Monday so are not inclined to do any house work ourselves in order to appease the situation. Plus no boys have been anywhere near the place so we are getting slightly paranoid now.
We did have a few hours on the beach yesterday however. Even though our white bits are as big as the goal mouth in a Subutio football pitch we are not happy that the white bits are no longer hugely contrasted with our brown bits if you get my drift. So even though it had been thundering only hours before we decided to brave the beach. Imagine this - Sarah laying on her tummy in the sand face down in sarong with no sand on her whatsoever. Me sitting up in a deck chair (one which reclines - we are in Rio dharlings) which is my new mode of sunbathing as I can not be trusted laying down especially when sand keeps interfering with my I-Pod. It is all calm around us - even the vendors have stopped chanting their usual mantra ``Matte, Limon, Coco, Coca Light``, suddenly the heavens open and we sit there,, well, for a minute until we pinch ourselves and realize - yeah it is as wet as a Wednesday in Wigan!
Sarah made a run under a brolly and I placed my sarong over my head until the rain passed. This happened once more - then we resigned ourselves to the fact no more tanning today and went to our favorite haunt Felicia - cafe come ice cream parlor and had an ice cream cocktail. Mine was called Sophia Lauren, which refreshed my glamourous side and I was nearly restored to my former self - Even if my fringe was slapped down onto my forehead and the pink dye from the sarong was dripping down my legs.