While I was off scuba diving, sporting a figure-hugging lycra suit and generally being the phenomenally attractive action hero you've come to know and love, mumsie was staying dry but not staying entirely above water herself. Tasked with doing something useful with my digital camera while I was wrestling moray eels and dodging box jellyfish, she took herself onto a so-called semi-submersible boat touring a section of the reef, not once nor even twice but three times, so much did she love it. As a textbook example of the law of averages in action, her snap-happy we-don't-have-to-pay-to-get-it-developed attitude resulted in a select number of decent photos, once they were run through the photo editing software on my computer to make them appear as something other than almost pure aquamarine haze.