Because on top of having loads of work to do, a mountain of washing that resembles the back room at Sue Ryder and a tax return that keeps leering at me, my camera has finally conked out. After 2 months of having to gently tease the lens out when I turn it on, it is now refusing to come out at all. Like a very stubborn snail (only without the slime and that whole, weird googly-eye thing going on). I've had to resort to taking pictures on my old film camera, which now seems faintly hilarious every time the kids run up to see the picture on the back, only for me to tell them "sorry guys, mummy has to take the camera to the chemist and then in about 4 days you'll be able to see the pictures" (hey, I'm a cheapskate, I'm not forking out for 24-hour!)
Instinctively, I want to put a picture up at this point in the post, but I'm not sure a scan of my Post Office receipts is really going to do it for you (although I know some of you are partial to a picture of a tax-return), so that's it for now.