Photo. Bombed.

A smashing day and a birthday lunch with Greg and Cathy at a Cotswold pub, followed by coffee and dominos back at ours. For a short time, Cathy and I are the same age, and then the inevitable happens and I kind of take the lead once more. Both of us trail Sheol, of course.

As for poor Sheol (and we've all done it) he arrived prepared for the birthday photo, except he wasn't. These new fangled cameras do like a memory card in them, and his had none. As you can see, his envy of my fully loaded memory card made him photobomb the shot!

A fun shot, and unexpectedly reasonable considering the odd lighting. Cathy was almost out of the lounge door, with all the light behind her. The light in Sheol's eyes give him a manic look that all but a few of his closest friends would step back from. Almost a Paddington stare! LOL.