My head feels like a charred skillet after today's unexpected 32-degree spring ambush.
A brutal reminder that my scalp is completely defenseless against the Australian sun.
I can practically hear the sizzle every time I run a hand through my hair, my skin tight, radiating a dry, pulsing heat that makes even the lightest breeze feel like a blowdryer set to maximum.
It’s that classic first-of-the-season mistake.
Forgetting that spring in Sydney doesn't gently warm you up, it just drops a flashbang of UV straight onto your unprotected crown.
Now I'm sitting here applying aloe vera like it's war paint, staring at the ceiling and realising that my casual afternoon outside just turned my entire scalp into a living, breathing radiator.
Bleh.
Dane.