That moment...

... when you realise you can see your reflection in Mum's camera lens so you get up really close and your eyes look daft and your nose looks daft and you don't care because you're only 7 and you're not really that bothered about appearances or inhibitions or any of that pointless nonsense..

...yet...
She really doesn't look much like that photo at all!

I spent a long while faffing about with words today and then tidying up my faffage - why does that sound smutty??? I must google faffage in a minute and make sure I haven't just written something obscene...

Anyway, after tidying up my faffage we went for a walkage with the dogage and the childage and (Okay... it's annoying .... I stop now)

The surfer watched other people surfing in the smaller waves at Putsborough (he surfed the bigger waves at Croyde* today). It's funny to watch him watching. I saw his feet and legs move as he stood there as if he was in the water too.

This evening I finished what I had been faffing about with earlier and sighed with relief. It's a mess but I've finished it.

What else? Ermmm. Nope - my brain's empty

*Talking of Croyde, this drove me mad and had me spitting feathers all day: Pebble Hotel design I think it's revolting and completely unsuitable for the area. Such a tiny little bay doesn't need a bouti- NO. I can't even type the words... It's a vulgar idea for a welly boots, walking and family bucket and spade area. That kind of thing would kill the whole feel of the village and countryside around Baggy Point.
Urhhhhhhh....