Matilda's Paradise

With all this photographic acquisition going on at college, and what with it being my birthday and all, I decided to upgrade my five-year-old digital camera to a slightly more upmarket version with 13 megapixels and a full-frame sensor (I'll not go into the technicalities).

I elected to pick it up from the Gold Coast and save the $40-odd delivery charge. Even with the scandalous petrol prices here, it costs a mere $60 to fill up the tank (that's thirty pounds to you Limeys, which will no doubt make you grimace... it costs the same per litre here in dollars as it does in pounds for you).

So after swimming we went home, picked up the dogs, and headed off to Surfer's Paradise, got the camera, then went to the beach. Hurrah!

There's a great dog beach at Surfer's which lovely smooth sand and crashing waves with probably wicked rip currents, but none of us was really interested in getting more than our ankles wet.

It was all going dare I say swimmingly until Matilda went on a raid and stole some fat bloke's KFC and chips. At which point we beat a hasty retreat.

Well honestly what sort of idiot takes a KFC to a dog beach, then lies down for a sleep with it half-finished next to him.

Which isn't to exonerate the behaviour of the Evil One, but she is just a primitive tube with a one-track mind.