Descending of the mothercraft

...nothing puts the fear of God into you like the impending arrival of a parent. It doesn't matter how old you are, the weekend before their arrival is always dedicated to frantic cleaning of skirting boards and tops of fridges. I look forward to my mother shrinking as she gets older, because she won't be able to check for dust so easily (sorry mum, if you ever read this!)

Still, there is always the discovery of forgotten toys and renegade possessions that mysteriously vanished without a trace. Amongst today's items unearthed during cleanup was a packet of glowsticks and a torch, which offered (in addition to Night vision and Lighting- wow, what a revolutionary concept, a torch that provides light!) a Crime Scene Investigation function.

Sadly, I don't think it's half as intriguing as the packaging is making it out to be. But I know- sooner or later- my curiosity is going to get the better of me, and I'm still going to have to go and play with it for a bit.

(blindingly obvious, but blip very definitely not taken with new camera... too busy at the moment to do more than a hasty grab 'n' go on my phone. It ain't exciting, but hey, it's a photo and it's uploaded, which is more than what I've managed with the other photos I've taken of late.)