l'appareil photo est mort

my camera is dead :(

It's a sad day. Lil'Silver has gone.

Photos will be thin on the ground until I am blessed with a new one(I must rely on friends forwarding them to me or Greg letting me use Black Beauty). It's my birthday soon, I'm hopeful ...

I would love to share pics of the weekend at Sorrento where we shared a great day with our friends, who are out from England.


I would love to share photos of Lily and Woo walking hand in hand through the museum and melting my heart completely.


I would love to share a photo of Woo hugging "Baby Joon" (who is six months younger and almost the same size).


I would love to share photos of us all lounging lazily on Sunday in front of two laptops, the TV and a portable DVD player and thinking at once, how relaxed we all were, and how terrible it was to be sitting behind black screens allowing information to be tube-fed to us.

I would love to share a photo of me randomly arriving a carpark where Flossy takes her whippies for obedience (Ha!) training, without having spoken to her for 24 hours, only to discover her awaiting the road-side assistance van with a flat battery. And her casually asking if I had jumper leads and me replying, "Sure do!" Both of us stunned and simultaneously unsurprised by the serendipitous event unfolding.

All of these would typically have been captured for posterity and for sharing with my blogging friends by Lil' Silver. C'est triste.

As an aside, why the French? I don't really know. I did watch a heartbreaking, achingly sad French movie, very late last night and fell asleep to it without turning the TV off - and without seeing the end of it - perhaps it improved - I cried into my pyjama sleeve. Peut-être.

Countdown the days to my birthday with me - 12 to go.