W: Why can't you do it?
Me: Because I'll get it wrong, phone you for help and you'll say that I always break the computer. So it's easier if you do it.
W gets out photoshop (semi-demolishing cupboard in process). I laugh a great deal.
Me: Do I need the software for my camera too...cos I don't know where I've put it?
W: No, you can just load photos up onto Windows.
Silence.
Me: So, all this time I've actually had photo software on the new computer?
W: Didn't you know?
Me (patiently, through gritted teeth): No. I did not know. Or I would have been using it, wouldn't I? (Forced smile).
So there you are folks. I have photos. I always had photos. Grrr.
Here's a couple from Greenwich the other week:
The bears love Greenwich and always head for the canon. We have the same conversation every time:
Bear: That is a really big gun.
Us: Yes it is.
Bears, shimmying up canon: Can we climb on it?
Us: No. See the big sign saying 'Do not climb'?
Bears (disappointed): Oh, right. Is it real?
Us: Yes, it is three hundred years old. Be kind to it.
And so on.
Sadly the Cutty Sark is still hidden by her bandages. I LOVE the Cutty Sark. Drinking a hot coffee, sitting on the banks of the Thames early on a Sunday morning, gazing at the ship and then the river, deciding where we'll live when we win the lottery...
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