Bright and early on a slightly chilly but clear morning the postman ascended to our front door to deliver a bulging parcel.

My son having just given his firstborn into my care for the day - and he being only 2 years old - the situation was not one for unpacking precious objects, particularly as he fixed his eyes upon the box and enquired 'Presents? Nana?' with obvious hope and expectation.

Now peace has descended, and unpacking can be done safely, but no photos, I'm afraid.

Our other offspring has just departed for a holiday in the US, and the new camera is conspicuously absent. There could be a connection.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: