The Snowman

When it’s Christmas and you can’t think of anything to write about, you take comfort from the fact that you can always just post a bunch of pictures of your smiling nephews on your blog to fill up a bit of space.

But then you realise that your digital camera is from the dark ages of 2001 and refuses to talk to any other computer in the land apart from your own. Which is 300 miles away.

AND, you also remember that you’re a complete f#ckwit when it comes to technology so you fart about with your mobile phone during a family stroll in the snow and you somehow end up taking a photo of your youngest nephew Fraser when all you were trying to do was check the time.

AND as you try and delete it, you end up spending £300+ in text messages sending it to everyone in your address book.

But luckily it somehow arrives in your in-box so you cut and paste and rename and reformat and do the hockey cokey and turn around and before you know it you’ve managed to upload some grainy image to your blog, and that’s what it’s all about. Hey!

Probably more of the same tomorrow. And the next day.