It hasn’t been a great week, one way or another.
I’ve broken a tooth; inflicted a ridiculously painful-for-its-size cut on my finger tip; been for a mammogram (routine but always stressful); had a massive wasps’ nest removed from the ceiling cavity directly above where I sleep, and wasted far too much time trying to buy a tripod in camera shops that seem to employ the sort of men (where are the women in camera shops?) who should only exist in fiction (I’m thinking here of “Hi-honey-I’m-home” 1950s sitcoms).
Worst of all; I feel bad for feeling bad. Apart from the broken tooth — and the possibilities inherent in the mammogram — it’s all pretty minor stuff. In a world of people doing it really tough right now, I’m not even on the scale.
That didn’t stop me buying flowers to cheer myself up though.
On the plus side, I bought them from a small, local florist who had only been in business a few months before Covid 19.
On the minus side, they’re out of season cut flowers with a carbon footprint I don’t even want to think about.
On the plus side, photographing them has provided me with shots for #fridayflowers.
On the minus, I’ve learned that flowers which look great in a vase don’t necessarily photograph well.