A couple of weeks ago I got a new Mac. It was jolly exciting, and I have already fallen a little bit in love with it. In the evenings and at weekends I find myself thinking about it, like when you meet someone, and you’re constantly wondering what they might be doing, except without the anxiety, as I know my Mac is just sat on my desk waiting for me, not talking to other girls.
This morning I plugged in my camera, and all of my photos from the last 18 months spewed out. I’ve been working from a Chromebook for a couple of years now, and although it’s fantastic for portability and battery life, photo editing and storage is not really its thing. It has been fantastic to be able to quickly scroll through photos, and edit and organise them.
So, this morning, when I really should have been planning my work for the week or sorting our receipts or something very grown up like that, I spent a happy couple of hours sorting my photos into folders and looking at pictures of Bee and Belle, and smiling to myself at how adorable they are. Yesterday was Mothers’ Day of course, and Bee came down to visit for the day, so I was reminded, in between the squabbling, of just exactly how lovely they both are.
Also, this morning Bee called me to tell me she has been asked to read her poetry at a festival next month. For money. Which officially makes her a professional performance poet. I am very proud, because I had thought it was pretty much impossible to be a poet and not live in a cardboard box, and she hasn’t even finished her degree yet.
I’ve picked out a few of my favourite photos for you to look at.
You have to say how beautiful they are, even if inside you’re thinking ‘Jeez, we really have to look through someone else’s family photo slideshow? What is this, some sort of really boring 1980s dinner party?”
So sit back and enjoy.