Lost and Found

I'm slightly shocked to find that it was six weeks ago that I was last here. Doesn't seem that long ago although it does make me feel a little better about repeating myself so soon. Trouble is, all I had was the sort of very twee picture of the coloured shops in Victoria Street that would make Colin Prior blush. I was being lazy - even though I was carting the monopod around like I was planning on clubbing seals, I couldn't be arsed extending its one leg and screwing it to the camera so my other photos were shaky. Idiot.

The only thing of note today was losing my iPhone and then finding it again courtesy of Apple's neat Find My iPhone. Before it found the phone it let me lock it, show a message and then showed me the phone around the house but not in it. In the car. Very nice wee application.

Anyway, off to catch up on any beans Rebekah's been spilling. Poor old Rupert - doddery and confused old git that he is. Until you remember the case of Ernest Saunders and his miraculous recovery from Alzheimers.