All our Christmases.

After a whole week off, I'm back 'on the buses' the morn. More specifically: on THE bus. I made a conscious decision to walk up the garden to the car early, to wait for Kelly, because I had a good feeling that postie had been kind to us today. I wasn't expecting a complete trinity of goodies though.

I've just started reading a novel called 'Sorry' by Zoran Drvenkar, that I borrowed from the mobile library, so the nautical literature will have to wait for a bit. It's been getting on for a hundred years so prolonging my ignorance for a few more days isn't going to hurt too much.

The eneloop charger is empty because the cells went straight into the camera, otherwise I'd be posting a blank screen. That's given me an idea for a future blip, though. If Mr Cage can do it with music then I can do it with pictures. Is it still plagiarism if it's a completely different medium? Even though I've named him as an inspiration? Perhaps I should ask the myriad photographers that have already done it, (I expect).