Me and Yan are far too hip for our own good. Truck 2010.

And this is why I was so hayfevered: half an hour sat under a tree in the park behind the church. Horrific. I hate having hayfever, though sainsbury’s own brand of hayfever pills are better than all the benadryl and name brand stuff I’ve ever used.

Oh yeah, I got new aviators too, seeing as how my old ones fell apart and disappeared. They’re reflective. So. Y’know. Aviators are the only sunglasses that suit me.

MIRROR SHADES. Look closely and you’ll see me, hiding behind my camera, as I often am. This is my camera phone, though, which is serving me well lately despite it being a pretty bad phone.

That’s probably it for tonight. I thought I’d close for the day with an elusive picture of myself in Ian’s face. I hope tomorrow is full of nice surprises.