Day 31. 83,804 words.
On Saturday, we went to visit some old friends and neighbours of ours from the Early Days when we all used to live in East Fremantle. They’d retired and moved down south and now had a small winery. So we enjoyed some home-cooked pizzas, a refreshing swim in their dam, and a couple of bottles of their fine product.
For reference, this is what I mean when I say “dam”. Except obviously theirs was a bit fuller than this one.
I had a bit of an unpleasant bout of stomach-ache that resulted in a low-level case of the runs, and had to excuse myself to perform an emergency bag-change. Not really worth mentioning, except I love oversharing and it’s always fun to change bags in new and interesting places.
Anyway, once my stomach issues passed I felt much better, and was able to enjoy a nice afternoon with old friends.
That evening, as luck would have it, the old ’90s classic Jumanji was on television. This was great because Wump hadn’t seen it, and we had decided to go to see the sequel at the cinema the following week. So naturally she had to know what the whole thing was about.
She enjoyed it, although the constant interruption of commercials was swift to drive her up the wall. I’d forgotten how annoying ads were. It’s bad enough when you get ten seconds of them in a YouTube video. We’ve been spoiled by DVDs and Netflix.
I have to say the movie didn’t exactly stand the test of time, it was all a bit silly and not one of the late Robin Williams’s better performances … but still, a classic. Very enjoyable.
That’s a dam watering hole, is what that is.
I thought the original Jumanji was pretty widely panned and therefore would have no test of time to stand up to….
Well, in this case it was a six-metre-deep watering hole the size of a football field, so yeah.
As for Jumanji, I suppose we don’t need to revisit my opinion of what everyone else thinks about movies.
And I suppose I don’t need to revisit my lamenting over your opinion of the worth of what everyone else thinks about movies….
Oh no, we do.
*sits, fingers interlaced, chin resting on top, and waits eagerly*
*whinges incessantly about the need for standards and the value of foreknowledge, and the fact that you can’t watch EVERY movie ever made after all, and many more incredibly insightful points*
Just so you know, I don’t think of you as a master troll, but instead just a master baiter.