Joy baubles

A few years ago, Son One chose the very jolly green bauble for the tree, emblazoned with joy. And every time he's mentioned 'joy baubles' since, I've had to work really hard to stifle a very childish schoolgirl snigger. It's just so euphamistic. Or maybe I'm the only on with her mind in the gutter.

We've had an acute case of a disappearing tripod in this house. TPD bought a new one last year sometime. We used it a few times and *pooft*. Disappeared. He dug out the long-forgotten weeny little desktop job for me tonight, so I thought I'd have a play.

Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to (a) venture out of the house, and (b) remember to take the blinking camera with me!