Jamie’s Journal

I woke up this morning, rolled over, reached for my phone, knocked over a pile of CDs, swore, restacked my CDs, and then successfully got my phone and turned it on. Within seconds it was beeping telling me I had a few missed calls… all from Krystal. As I wasn’t yet in any fit state for a phone call I wandered, in my typical morning daze, to the bathroom. Much to my horror, while in the bathroom I could hear my phone start to ring… and I wasn’t in a position to run and answer it. Thus, I made the only sane decision and decided to be at peace with nature and let it ring out. A minute later I exited the bathroom to find my Dad standing by the door holding our house-phone… and you can guess who was on the line! That’s right! Krystal! I’ll tell you what, if she were a tele-marketer life wouldn’t be worth living!

Anyway, as a result of the subsequent phone call I met Krystal for a picnic lunch in a local park… and she brought Leo! Leo’s her young, friendly, playful and absolutely adorable Labrador! (Boy can they grow a lot in a year! I was with Krystal when she got him and he was tiny back then!) Anyway, we demolished a couple of salad rolls and had a good catch-up before moving on to Frisbee! (Yeah, that’s quite an obsession of late!) Leo didn’t seem too interested in playing, but he used the Frisbee as a drinking bowl so we all benefited…  Actually, it’s not that clear cut. Whether Krystal benefited is under some doubt.

One of my first throws fell short and ploughed into Krystal’s big toe. However, she was strong, put on a brave face and we continued to play. (You go girl!) However, a minute or so later Krystal was wounded again when one of her attempts to catch the Frisbee failed. The disc hit her hands and bounced up hard into her forehead. (It’s quite a solid Frisbee too so I’m guessing this hurt a lot!) Krystal didn’t look quite as keen to resume play this time, but she did so anyway. However, it must have been Krystal’s unlucky day as strike three came after another few throws. The Frisbee danced around Krystal’s hands and slammed into her gut. (I’m sorry Krystal… I thought you’d have fun!) As a result, we called it quits and took some photos.

However, Krystal’s pain didn’t end with Frisbee. We both lay down next to each other to try and take a photo of our heads by holding the camera above us. However, Leo apparently interpreted this as a signal to play stacks-on! He appeared to have a mini tap-dance on top of Krystal before she managed to remove him.

In conclusion, I went home feeling refreshed and happy. Leo went home happy and well exercised. Krystal went home battered and bruised.

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