I look back to when I was first flatting—actually, just around the road here in Rongotai—with some flatmates in the late 1990s. My dear flatmate Kelly—jeepers, we obviously go way back. Kylie Green; not Kelly. Sadly, her dad got melanoma, and, sadly, again, it moved into his lymph nodes, and, sadly, we were, within about 18 months, going to his funeral and supporting him. That was tragic. Again, it was around what our sun in this part of the world can do to us.