Friday, August 21

R.I.P. Canon 20D!!

My camera is dead.. it is deceased.. it is no more.. I am... cameraless :( I'm no longer a photographer!!

We've spent the last 5 days on the east coast at a camp site between Whitby and Scarborough. We were really lucky with the weather too. We only had 10 minutes rain in the whole 5 days, and we got soaked during that 10 minutes while we were at Goathland where they film the TV series Heartbeat. I've never watched it LOL, but as we were so close, we had to go and visit the place. It was a lovely little village but it's obviously turned into a bit of a tourist place for Heartbeat fans. Shame really as it's quite a quaint place.

It was awful for me spending all this time in such lovely surroundings with no camera. Whitby is beautiful and it felt like someone had chopped my arms off or poked my eyes out. I hadn't realised just how much a part of me my camera has become.

We pitched the tent as we arrived and got everything straight and had coffee and decided to go to Scarborough for something to eat. I propped my camera bag up against the front of the car so I didn't forget it and walked down the campsite to the loo. When I got almost back to our car, Isabelle had spotted some horses in the field behind us. She loves horses so we stood and checked them out for a while. Then I strapped her into the car, got into my seat and Mark got into the drivers seat. We drove off and heard a crunch. Mark got out to find my camera bag wrapped around the rear wheel of the car. It was obvious that it had already been under the front wheel. My camera no longer worked. I was mortified and just burst into tears. I can't even tell you how upset I was. It really put a dampener on the first night, but I had to try and deal with it and not let it spoil the rest of the holiday.. it's only a camera afterall.. except it's not. it's become my life. Mark, always the optimist said, well at least it will give you an excuse to upgrade now. Except I don't have enough money to buy another camera let alone upgrade.

We enjoyed the rest of the holiday, Isabelle loved the sea and we had real problems getting her out of it to get off the beach when the tide was in. There was about a foot of sand left and that was all.

I'll write more about the holiday later, and post some of the snaps we took with Mark's point and shoot.. except I'd got the photographic hump all week and refused to use the P&S unless it was for snaps of Isabelle. Stupid really, but hey, that's me.

So now I need to work out a way to get a new DSLR. :( I'm still mortified!! It may be a long time before I get one!!

Sunday, August 16

Brain Fog

Oh it's so frustrating when my brain gets foggy.

I've had a really busy week. I started painting the kitchen on Monday as I got tired of waiting for he who shall remain nameless to do it. We've had the paint for 6 weeks! Well, it took me three days to do it. I had to pull the tall fridge freezer out and the washing machine etc. It's played havoc with my Fibromyalgia.. but it's done and looks so much better.

Thursday was spent catching up with everything that didn't get done the 3 previous days, then Friday was spent running around getting things we need ready to go camping tomorrow (Monday). By Friday night I was absolutely whacked.. and the only sympathy I got was.. take a painkiller.. oh and did you do this that and the other?? Grrrrr.

Today I've spent all day writing lists, losing them again, re-writing lists and gathering everything needed for the 5 days we're spending in Whitby. Mark has made himself as scarce as possible and has watched (from a distance) me pulling my hair out trying to find my lists and gather everything together.. then cook a full sunday roast... back to getting stuff together and then complained when I asked if he would bath Isabelle while I washed the dishes! He can be so infuriating sometimes, but what topped it all off was just as I was putting the last things in the bag he asked if I needed anything doing. WHAT??? He'd seen me get everything done before he asked... he knew exactly what he was doing.. and he knew from the look he got that he better get out of the room sharpish. He came back in with a peace offering of coffee.

So all that needs doing now is the last minute things to pack (my makeup and Isabelle's hair brush etc) the tent needs getting out of the garage and then the car needs packing and we'll be on our jolly way. We're camping half way between Whitby and Scarborough and the weather looks ok'ish apart from Thursday. The forecast is for heavy rain. I guess we'll find a Sun Centre or something and stay there indoors for the day. Wednesday looks set to be a scorcher by all accounts.

Back on Friday... hopefully with my batteries re-charged and the brain fog lifted.

Wednesday, August 5


It just all seems overly complicated at the moment when it really needent be.

Mark seems to be over-reacting at small things I say and seems to explode about it. It's so frustrating, it's so much easier to say nothing, but then I boil and fester about things that are bothering me. The worst of it is, it's trivial things. He's selling a motorbike on ebay that he's stripped down because he'll get more for it as bits than he would if he sold it whole. Ok, no problem. The problem that occured last night was when he packaged something up and said, "post that tomorrow will you?". eh? 'scuse me? I'd already posted a package for him that day and hadn't had the postal fee returned to me, I'd paid it myself. (humph 1!) He then followed that up with, there will be another one to go because he needs it for Friday but he's not paid yet, so that will have to go on Thursday by special delivery.

My litte voice piped up... hang on a minute, how did I manage to get roped into all this running back and to the post office? He exploded... I won't type the expletives but I'll shorten the tirade which basically meant.. he goes to work and doesn't have time to post them. My reply to this was... well that's all well and good... you decided to sell this stuff knowing full well you'd have to post it, but oh no.. no consultation, it's automatically assumed that I will do all the running about, pay the postage AND petrol, have to make the time to go even if I'm not going out of the house that day, just because YOU say so because you are at work! Enter more expletives that the shortened message is .. I'll do it myself then .. followed by emotional blackmail and a resulting guilt trip. How come I end up feeling the bad person in all this? If I'd have been asked before hand, it might have been different, but the fact that I'm taken for granted and it is assumed that I will just jump and do his beckoning really got my goat! What am I to gain from all this? Nothing. I end up out of time, out of pocket and also out of petrol.

can you tell I'm annoyed???