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I'm glad I 'cut' my own hair

I'm glad I 'cut' my own hair


to ma and pa's early to see for myself that my camera wasn't hiding there, somewhere

not that i doubed their exhaustive search: i just needed to see it (or not see it) for myself.

stopped at our woods and collected some more trash that had found its way in (historically)

our (dumb) deer friends are doing their best to destroy our newly installed fence

seemingly always choosing a new bit of fence, we havent already lowered

lunch at Ali, Emma and AMC's with Rachel and Andy

good to hear about Andy's architectural projects that he's working on

(coming to an episode of grand designs near you soon)

RTF and after ANOTHER deep and exhaustive search of the house and car, again

reluctantly bought another camera

i hope whoever finds mine, makes good use of it

my main trauma this weekend since losing the camera, hasn't been about the loss of a loved camera 
(most professional photographers DON'T care for their cameras and in fact i often resent mine as a necessary tool that i HAVE to carry around)

but more the head-fuck of not being able to work out where the camera is and how it got there

despite the inconvenience and the waste of money getting another, at least now i can stop tormenting myself and everyone around me.

apparently i can be unbearable

who knew?