The best way to prevent your scuba/snorkel mask from fogging up is to spit into the viewing window. . .

Hence the reason Mr. Blue and I walked down to the local scuba shop (yes we have a local scuba shop) to buy some gear for our upcoming trip to Fiji (only 6 more sleeps!).

Mr. Blue has never been diving before so I figured we should strip down to our togs and test our new gear in the pool.

Now as you may or may not know it's the middle of Winter on our lovely side of the planet and even though our pool is heated, it's bloody cold. . .

our pool room also happens to be one of a couple of shortcuts to the restaurant strip so while we were swimming a few people (all rugged up in their winter woollies) walked through the area. I can only imagine what crossed their minds when they saw the two fools in the pool (Mr. Blue was even wearing his reef shoes)

So in the words of Radiohead:

My baby's got the bends. . . We don't have any real friends. . no no

I wonder why?;)

LB