Object: Verb.

My neck feels sticky. I can't understand why. I didn't put any sun goo on it today, choosing instead to move ninja-like from one patch of shade to the next. And yet my neck feels sticky. I have a notion it might be Marmite.

Photos. I have put the photos on the computer. They're all really bad and blurry and I'm going to blame the camera because my father's taken the good one and this one's rubbish, but it's probably also that I just took really bad blurry photos. I'll post the photos when I've recovered from typing this post and being awake and eating my tea and things along those lines.

And today I broke a chocolate chip cookie into some very nice vanilla ice cream and hurled strawberries at it. It was great.

Object: Verb.

My neck feels sticky. I can't understand why. I didn't put any sun goo on it today, choosing instead to move ninja-like from one patch of shade to the next. And yet my neck feels sticky. I have a notion it might be Marmite.

Photos. I have put the photos on the computer. They're all really bad and blurry and I'm going to blame the camera because my father's taken the good one and this one's rubbish, but it's probably also that I just took really bad blurry photos. I'll post the photos when I've recovered from typing this post and being awake and eating my tea and things along those lines.

And today I broke a chocolate chip cookie into some very nice vanilla ice cream and hurled strawberries at it. It was great.