.... and breathe

The end of a lovely, positive, collaborative and productive week. An evening in which Roland cooked us a beautifully simple supper of fabada with crusty bread and we reflected on how fortunate we are, how scary the last three years have been, and - yes - how nackered we both feel. But it was a lovely evening and we have a homely, relaxing weekend ahead of us.

I then played a little with my Nikon - even venturing onto manual. But when it came to uploading my pics disaster struck. I could not find the card reader! Long story short, after about an hour of effing and blinding (and posting my woe onto FB) bloody Ellie - mother of the three furbags - kind of threw the card reader at me by batting it across the floor with her paw. The little swine!

The thing that shocked me most was my intensity of feeling around the possibility of not being able to share my photos with the world. How egotistical is that?