On sisters and their usefulness
I was treated to a three-course meal by my little sister this evening.* She and all of her extended group of friends are professional chefs, so I had pretty high expectations, but they were met and exceeded and now I'm so full I might sleep until the weekend. Who the fuck bakes their own focaccia in this day and age, for crying out loud?
My sister also warned me that my photography skills on this so far have been, and this is a direct quote, "shite".
Rather than actually learn how to take a reasonable photograph, I'm going to try to let Instagram do the work for me, at least some of the time. I am (at least in social media terms) an old age pensioner, so it make take some time for me to get used to the whole thing. What's a filter? I can't deal.
Yours in confusion, Martha.
*I say little, but she's taller than me and has a proper grown-up job, so there's room for debate on that.