[m i a o w] the cat

Every day after I get up and have a cold shower I put 30+ Sunbock all over me. Yesterday I learned that even water resistant 30+ sunscreen can sweat off. As a result I have the worst sunburn on my back that I’ve had since… I’m not sure. Since I was about eight? Ow. It feels like I’m aging by the minute – at the moment I look like an English tourist, but by the time I get down to Melbourne I think I’ll look approximately 53 *sigh*

Dyl and Rach hired a little tinny yesterday and we went out fishing and shooting Super8 film at Burrum Heads. I was convinced I was in the shade of the roof awning the whole time – and assumed M would have pointed out my mistake, but no. He must just want me to look nearer to his age than I do.

There are still a million polaroids being produced every day and I think I’m going to have to grab my scanner out of storage. There’s only one thing standing in my way. The weather. Yesterday we escaped it by hanging on the boat for the first half of the day, and swimming under the pier for the last half. But today I’m trying to get some work done – but all I’ve done so far is make M solemnly swear on my fried upper back that no matter how much he likes it here, we are leaving Queensland before next summer (which I’m sure will be of moderate temperature and neglible humidity once I vacate the state – humph). Now I just have to find a pin to prick his finger with so I can make him sign in blood.