Rushed job

The bell rang at about half one and standing there on the other side of the glass door was a delivery man carrying a parcel a tad bigger than a shoe box. I knew what it was and after signing went up to my office to unpack my new camera.

First out with battery and onto charger, next the manual, a decrepid piece of paperwork that is solely designed to encourage you to go out a buy another one, other than it did say that the charge would take two and a half hours from scratch.

Fine, get some lunch, a lovely slice of chicken and ham pie that CP had bought for me yesterday. Well, by the time that was finished and lips licked, the battery was charged. By now the sun was beginning to set over the fields next to our house, that would have to do as a subject for today.