One of them selfies

That's me. That's my shadow. My shadow of me sat on the deck. I'm sat waiting on the sprinkler. It's only midnite.

I'm off camping come Monday.

Despite explicit written instructions and the promise of cash, it's most unlikely my Fred will notice the garden's gasping for a splash of water while I'm gone.

Best give it a righteous soak before I head off.

By the way ... that jutty outy bit on the right? It's not my nose. No. No, it's only one of my curls gone askew. A voluptuous curl escaped it's netting in the dead of night. It shall be reined in come morning.