"Oh, my friends, be warned by me"*
Having woken up at half past five, I waited impatiently for it to be light enough for me to venture out with my camera.
At a little after eight, I caught a bus down to the river. I had heard on the news that the Pier Head had reopened earlier in the week, and I wanted to have a mooch around and see what was there.
For almost two hours, I pottered about. I took photographs of buildings and statues and friezes and war memorials and even lamp posts. The air was clear and the sky was a divine shade of blue.
The moment I got home, I attached my camera to my computer and did the things one needs to do in order to upload one's photographs.
And then the Kodak software crashed.
And I lost them.
All of them.
All one hundred and some of them.
And I wept with fury at my own stupidity.
Never, ever again will I blithely put a check in the box next to the "Remove pictures from original device?" question. I will delete them manually only once I am absolutely certain that they have been successfully transferred to my computer.
My hardly-childish-at-all decision never to take any photographs ever again lasted, you will be impressed to hear, until yesterday morning. Unfortunately, yesterday also saw the last of the beautiful blue skies for the moment...