Belly up

This appears to be the condition of Blipfoto, I'm afraid, from everything that has come to light today. I was grateful to one of Alf's beloved pigs for agreeing to model for me, in order to demonstrate the point.

All my previous entries, in both journals, are now saved, and I will keep saving new ones, with comments, if they come in. I was struck, going back through my journal, how poor quality most of my early photographs were, because I insisted on using a pretty rubbish mobile device. Some of the compositions were ok, but the horizons of the landscapes were almost always squint. It took more than a year to get up and running with a reasonable camera, editing software, and all the other smells and bells to make the whole thing as palatable as it is now (assuming it is). None the less, those old entries are as valuable as the new ones when it comes to the curation of my memories, and I seriously hope that I won't have to go to another site in order to carry on my obsession, or to find a new small group of buddies (or to find the same old ones, preferably), in order to feed my need for online community. For now, I'm sticking here. I have greatly appreciated what the blipfoto site has done for me - personally and photographically - so the least I can do is stick with it to the end. I shall consequently avoid any further metaphorical blips in the future.

Today, our positions have been reversed from where we have been for the last few days. I feel considerably better in myself, having womaned up sufficiently to do a long-ish ride (52 kms or so) with the Belles out to Aberlady and back. Alf, on the other hand, is suffering from congestion, a cough and a cold - and as a result it was me who went shopping this morning, leaving him here. Mind you, he'd washed the kitchen floor when I came back, so that seemed above and beyond the call of duty.

The rest of today has mostly been spent on various social media obsessions. Neither of us is particularly keen on Mother's Day - although I did get a text message from afar. We find it all a bit commercialised. So it's just been a normal Sunday in our household, in my case gearing up to a busy couple of weeks.