Brakedancing

Well, yesterday I managed to pry Andy out of bed (with a bacon and egg sandwich) around one o'clock, and we set on with the job of sorting William's brakes out. (For reasons of fairness, I should mention that Andy's been on nights this week so one was actually quite early to be getting up.)

( Yes, tell me more about brakes! )

And today, the lovely Dad gave me a new SLR. Well, a new-old one, since mine was broken by a dryad a fortnight ago. It's a Praktika, like the dead one, but can function like a semi-automatic thus removing the necessity for juggling light meters. And apparently the Peckett is steaming this weekend, so I'm going to potter to the end of the road and take some experimental photos of it. Y'know, what with this photo competition and all, PROD PROD.

Right, the uncle has come round to show off his new toy, so I'm off to make "oooh" noises.