This week seems to’ve passed in a bit of a blur and I’m not quite sure what I’ve been up to. My period must be imminent because I’ve been hormonal and emotional and spent yesterday with a migraine, backache and period pain plus I’m not sleeping well again and have been awake this morning since 4.50am
Tuesday I met two of my old codger camera club buddies for lunch which was lovely even if one of them is a typical old geezer who likes to tell me how I should run my life despite the fact I’ve managed successfully for the past 50 years without his input 😉 What is it about some men who feel the need to constantly tell women what they should be doing and how they should be doing it? I’m sure in their mind they think they’re being helpful but actually they just come across as patronizing and it’s noticeable they don’t have the same conversations with their male friends.
My camera has gone off to Olympus in Portugal for repair and a friend has lent me his old camera in the meantime as he’s currently not using it. It’s really kind of him but it’s like driving someone else’s car – I have no clue where the controls are or what any of the buttons and dials do. It’s also nowhere near the quality of my own camera so I’m not even sure if it will be of any use. I can’t believe my luck that my camera broke now of all times, when I am ridiculously busy working towards two different photographic distinctions for which I can only apply once a year and have looming deadlines.
I managed to get my laptop screen with the dead pixels changed for free though, only for the computer engineer to discover that the new replacement also has dead pixels. “That’s unlucky” he says. It’s the story of my life.
My last serious boyfriend was a naturally lucky person. Good things simply fell in his lap without him trying for them or even particularly wanting them. I, OTOH, am the complete opposite. If something can go wrong for me it usually does and bad luck seems to follow me like a cloud. He has breezed through life with his barn conversion home (which his parents sold to him for £1), his lovely wife, his six figure salary and his triplets while I have struggled, fought and strived for every little thing. S’not fair *stamps foot*.
Bertie turned 10 this week. He has a severely herniated spinal disc which causes him a lot of pain and grade II heart disease but other than that he’s still like a puppy and greets each day with excited gusto. He’s my reason for getting out of bed every morning (usually at 5.45am!) and the reason I took up photography as I’d had no interest whatsoever before getting him, in fact I didn’t even own a camera. Happy birthday to the light in my life 🙂