Dan taught me to shred. I am not good at it. Despite its (and my) destructive nature. I jabbed anxiously at the shirt but it just would not tear. The shirt I happily took pictures in is what the finished product is supposed to look like. Clearly done by Dan. (THANK YOU) The one I worked on looks n.o.t.h.i.n.g like that. It might never see the light of day again. I only just noticed how ridiculously high I wear my shorts. The blue band was at my belly button. I am supa fly. I also spent a few minutes laughing at the third last picture because my body looks like a bracket. Like so (. Then I tried wiggling my body like this )()()()()()(. Like the cartoon Mr Bean in his opening credits. It was tiring. He is fitter than I am. Life seems bleak.

I was counting. I know two people who will meow back if I meow at them. This delights me.

Veron the last photo is just for you! In fond rememberance of your obsessive compulsive disorder, my extreme laziness, and consequently the avocado dip you owe me for fulfilling your request.

Which reminds me. Jie is still in hospital. She loves avocados. I'm not sure if that's spelt avocados or avocadoes. And how it's pronounced then. Avocadohs avocadus.

Avocadoos?