1. I put sunscreen on Ju Ju's ears and surrounding area. She wriggles a bit but basically behaves herself.
2. Ju Ju waddles outside and sits in the sunniest spot possible. But her factor 50+ should protect her delicate bear ears.
3. Ju Ju starts washing all the sunscreen off her ears.
4. Repeat.
This is what Ju Ju and I have been doing today. I have spent much of the morning sitting outside as summer has arrived unexpectedly and with astonishly perfect timing, what with it being a Bank Holiday weekend. Last night Patsington and I watched Volver (fantastic) and caught the end of The Passion of the Christ on the telly, which was quite horrifically violent and not, as far as I could see, particularly moving or spiritual (unlike, say, the Marxist Pasolini's The Gospel According to Saint Matthew). Of course, when I think of the Stations of the Cross, I just think of the local primary school production which we witnessed, amid much sniggering, every year when I was a kid, so my standards are probably not the same as Mel "raised by mad fundie anti-semite" Gibson.
Right, back to the back garden. Hurrah for the sun!
2. Ju Ju waddles outside and sits in the sunniest spot possible. But her factor 50+ should protect her delicate bear ears.
3. Ju Ju starts washing all the sunscreen off her ears.
4. Repeat.
This is what Ju Ju and I have been doing today. I have spent much of the morning sitting outside as summer has arrived unexpectedly and with astonishly perfect timing, what with it being a Bank Holiday weekend. Last night Patsington and I watched Volver (fantastic) and caught the end of The Passion of the Christ on the telly, which was quite horrifically violent and not, as far as I could see, particularly moving or spiritual (unlike, say, the Marxist Pasolini's The Gospel According to Saint Matthew). Of course, when I think of the Stations of the Cross, I just think of the local primary school production which we witnessed, amid much sniggering, every year when I was a kid, so my standards are probably not the same as Mel "raised by mad fundie anti-semite" Gibson.
Right, back to the back garden. Hurrah for the sun!
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I watched the P of the C up to him being hauled off to a rather effete-looking Herod. Then I stopped because I was so unutterably bored - it had been violent till then, but nothing past what a scene in a mainstream action movie might be. I'm glad I missed the really nasty bits - and it was very, VERY unmoving. (I could have done without the little demon-kids chasing Judas).
Also, I kept wanting it to be in Aramaic and Greek, not A and Latin, dammit.
Mmmm, garden. I wish I wasn't so pathologically terrified of spiders - my garden's a bizarre temperate rainforest due to my fear of encountering them.
Ju Ju is now lurking in a flower bed, but seems to have stopped ear-cleaning!
Fabulous long weekends are such hard work! I'm glad you've got it as good there as it is here. I've abandoned Thomas and Muffin to the tender mercies of a cat-sitter and am enjoying the delights of sunny Norfolk. It's gorgeous!