Yep, I managed to bloody break my lovely Canon Powershot S95 camera. Again.
I am to gadgets what Sarah Palin is to geography. Or what Brad Pitt is to razors.
I managed to kill it on New Year's Eve, but I am not entirely sure how because it was all a bit of a whirl (i.e. I was a bit squiffy). Suffice to say, one minute I was snapping away, and the next minute the bally thing was broken.
This is a record of the spoils the following day ..................
Pic.No.1 My Canon S95 lens was wonkier than the owner of a chocolate factory and the screen just said 'Lens Error' (perhaps unsurprisingly)
I was properly pissed off because I hadn't had it back long since the last repair. But needs must - I had to bite the bullet and send it off to the repair centre to get mended.
I had almost forgotten about it, until a delivery chap knocked on the door today and handed me a parcel.
"Oooh, what is it?" I asked the delivery man.
"I deliver the parcels. I don't send 'em," the miserable bastard replied.
So I signed his handheld computer thingy 'Mickey Mouse' to spite him, and ran back inside the house in anticipation. After tearing open the box, I found this ..................
Pic.No.2 My lovely jubbly repaired Canon Powershot S95. Even better, the work had been done under warranty so it was free
As a double bonus, after firing up my good-as-new camera, I rediscovered a whole load of photographs that I had taken during the Christmas period and had forgotten about. And these included a fabulous day that I spent in Worcester with a very good chum and pictures of my New Years Eve.
'Who the devil is your very good chum?' I hear you cry.
Well I am not going to tell you that today because I am tighter than a gnat's chuff and want to leave you in suspense. But I will say this - if you are a regular round these parts, you will definitely know who she is!
So how is your weekend going dahlink? What have you been up to?
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