Dead Man Walking...

Well, today started off being all about my son's birthday party. He had a great time, the party went well and here's Mr McStor delivering the birthday fairy cakes my daughter and I made for him. Just as we arrived home though, Mr McStor became the title of this photo. He dropped my camera as he was getting out of the car on the concrete... And it broke...

Gutted... So gutted... But I've been through the stages of grief, denial, anger, depression and finally acceptance. And I've more or less forgiven him. My Mum's going to lend me her point and shoot, so I'll still be able to blip but this may be the last decent photo from me for a while until mine gets fixed.