Waiting. Bored.

Today is no. 1 son's 22nd birthday. We're waiting for him, his grilfriend and his sister in a restaurant in High Constantia. They are half an hour late.

If I drink any more beer I won't enjoy my dinner and certainly won't be OK to drive the 80-odd kilometres home later.

I'm bored. Now what can I do?

I know, get the camera out of the car and play long exposures.