Having the old face painted:
|I wasn't allowed look til it was finished|
|But I could take photos|
Emily took these photos, obviously.
I enjoyed having my face painted immensely, and didn't want to wash it off. So we made a few ridiculous scans and watched more Father Ted.
Some scans from the previous night:
Running around in the snow in bare feet, taking instant photographs and throwing them down in the snow while they develop = instant photos that don't develop right and can't be seen without help from technology.
Raspberry sushi: as weird looking as they are delicious
The front of Emily's slightly battered and rickety makeshift trolley, crossed with coloured bungee chord and unable to stand up by itself, bless.
The formatting on this post has gone all funny for some reason and I'm too tired now to go fixing it. You win again, blogger.com.