We have almost reached the longest day and I’m sat here typing this wearing two jumpers and wondering whether I should turn the heating on. I have a theory. Whenever we have a mildish winter the following spring and summer are distinctly below average. Maybe a passing meteorologist could confirm my suspicions.
I have taken the plunge and sold all my old film cameras, well all bar one. It took much soul searching but common sense prevailed. I haven’t used any of them in anger for a fair few years and I was made a reasonable offer for the job lot “as seen” and untested. Selling them myself individually could have brought in far more but it would probably have taken me years with the added grief of dealing with an assortment of dumb questions.
The second half of this set has me baffled because I can’t remember taking them. I do remember snapping her in these clothes and I have recollections of a movie of me smacking her fine arse, but sticking things up her foo foo and bum, no. The lighting isn’t my normal green sofa set-up either and to cap it all the images are not numbered sequentially. May be I swopped between 2 memory cards during the shoot but I have no clue why. Just another event to add to my long list of things I can’t recall.
I’m not designed to operate in extremes of temperature so I’ve been spending a lot of this heatwave hiding in the coldest part of my house, the living room. Handy for summer but a bloody nightmare during winter. I’ve been trying to remember back to 1976, the last big heatwave/drought, but the only thing that readily comes to mind is Night Nurse winning the Champion Hurdle at Cheltenham. My priorities were different back then.