TinTinitis

I tried to count how many rules of photography I'm breaking here but I ran out of fingers. A tad rushed but the afternoon was in the junk room clearing out to fill the space with new junk. Then Ewan and I went to the cinema to see TinTin.

Uncle Jelly and Auntie June are here bringing birthday presents - see Ewan's new Harpo Marx horn?

Anyway, must dash. Beer calling.