To love you need to have a history

Something is wrong with my camera. The pictures keep turning out blurry and not very bright. I don't think I dropped it again, though the two times I did drop it wouldn't have been any help. The first time was about two seconds after I got it and I was taking a picture of Simba when he pulled the arm strap with his claw and ripped it out of my hand onto the floor. And the second time was when I was up the headland on a rainy day and slipped straight into the mud, with the camera in my hand and on so the lens got a fist full of dirt in it. It also seems to depend on the batteries in it, as one set lasts longer than the other and apparently works better.
My mum will be home from Melbourne this evening. She just rang before to say they are at the airport but have an hour to wait until their flight. I made the most of being home alone for the evening - watching Everybody Loves Raymond, Heartbeat and staying up late to watch a movie on SBS, Novo. It was French and with subtitles. I liked being able to say "no that's not what she said", remembering the tiniest fragment of my four years of French class. It was an unusual film, as most foreign films are. I only stuck with it because Anna Mouglalis was in it, and it turned out to have an ok story by the end. She's much younger than I thought, having only seen her in photos before in Vogue and Chanel ads.
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