Saturday 19 July 2008

Who goes there?

There's nothing quite like waking up early on a Saturday morning to the sound of two very large, and very hairy, dogs barking their heads off. All bad thoughts were banished in an instant however when it turned out to be our pal, the Postie.

He handed over a brown paper-wrapped cube in exchange for an autograph. Some deft finger nail action revealed our latest aquisition; a sleek, black, and awfy fancy, camera. One of those posh ones with the wee telly on the back.


An end to slightly rubbish photies like this?

There will be much RTFM'ing, I'm sure. The wee Fuji is looking nervous and slightly sheepish. And so it should. My memory is long and its' previous belligerence has been carefully noted.

B*****d!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ooooh...a grown ups camera.

Such things scare me. Like the dentist, you don't want to but you know you'll have to at some point.

Looking forward to seeing some results.

Photies. not fillings.

Big Kev said...

It's just looking at me, daring me to pick it up. I will, and then it'll be all "Oh, what if I drop it/get it wet/stolen by a big boy?".

I'm sure it'll be worth the worry tho'.