Cabbages

The time has come, the walrus said
to speak of many things
of ships and sacks and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings

Just thought I'd start the week with a bit of poetry - adds a bit o'class like?

Have been mashing-up with a vengeance (or should that mash-upping - which sounds more like a small Somerset village?) and uploading a bunch more photos to the family flickr album.

And have succumbed and bought a scanner/printer finally which does make life a little easier - particularly as it means I don't have to spend the major part of my lunchhour using the library scanner which uses a programme similar to Windows 3.1:)

It also means I get to play around with my photos a bit more - like cropping photos down to make them look better and enlarging some of the older B&W photos. Some family photos are on prints the size of postage stamps - so it is rather cool to be able to re-scan them and have them so normal people can see them without a microscope! Like this rather cool photo of my mum aged three - which was the size of an old 50c piece and really overexposed:)

The wonders of modern technology ... except , of course, I revert back to the Dark Ages at the flick of a whatever, and have carefully cleaned, catalogued, copied and named all the original photos and stuck them into a real, honest to goodness, non-cyber photo album!

Only problem ... (and you can try this at home too!) try going into a stationery shop and asking for photo or stamp hinges - the blank looks you get are quite priceless - particularly from anyone who was born anytime after the last time the All Blacks got past the semi fianls of the World Cup (and that's all I'm going to say about rugby ... so there)

Haere ra