My new friend was... very high up in a tree. I saw pim fairly well once we finally managed to spot pim, but the zoom on my little digital camera wasn't really up to the task. I'll see in due course if any of my long shots came out.

So today mum came with us to the zoo and theatre. Which meant we took the car, which was lucky, because we'd worked out that train fares would have been exorbitant. Slen was less tired today—and not at all motion sick, obviously, that being more of a theme park thing—but mum was a bit zombielike. The cat had kept her awake all last night. (He's being shut OUT tonight.)

A tiger was bad, awful and dire and naughty in front of us. Pics to follow.

Sweet-talked some ducks and wols and stuff into posing. Couldn't quite charm the wild jackdaw to stay still. We saw tiny wild moorhens (no, really, tiny) in a stream, and also the smallest bluetit I've seen (and I've only seen two this year, both today at Chester).

Also, I have sunburn on my forearms. Even my mystery scar is bright pink. Whoa. They're also greasy with heavy-duty Aussie after-sun.

Sweeney Todd this evening was pretty awesome. It's at a small theatre in Runcorn called The Brindley. It's a version of the Sondheim musical, the one upon which (so I understand) the recent film is also based.

Mum saw my head and shoulders from behind in the auditorium and said for a second she'd thought it was my father sitting there. :D (I said "Dude" and the others went "What, is that a good thing?")