It's a Cover-Up....Beach-style

The holiday is coming....looming you might say. That moment when I realise that I can't wear jeans every day, I have to bare my legs and horrors of horrors, somehow shoe horn myself into some form of swimwear.

I haven't decided which yet. I tend to shun the simple costume for fear of looking geriatric and matron-esque with lopsided boobs and a droopy belly button. The bikini-diet hasn't gone quite as well as predicted and having been re-started every Monday morning and abandoned by mid afternoon, that dream has clearly died. So it's the trusty tankini. The half way house, the safe choice and the one I feel more comfortable in.