Too young to die.....

......Spoof.....as an early Christmas gift to myself, I had placed my dead 40D into the eccentric JP Camera Repairs on Abbeyhill. In a flash, they'd diagnosed the cause of death, and delivered a Frankenstein'esque theory for bringing the monster alive. I collected the patient this evening and found myself clutching my most favourite camera in all the world to my breast, sobbing in relief (or something). Welcome home 40D, I promise we'll never immerse you in juice ever again.

Elsewhere, I met up with another blip chum for yet more tea and haggis panini, and parted promising each other a whisky night at the society soon.

Elsewhere, elsewhere.....only a flutter of the promised snow fell on the city today; the Border country was getting a bit of a pasting though.