I know my track record this year is a bit rubbish and this photo is a continuation of the trend. It’s basically Goldeneye on the portable telly in the bedroom, my feet and JD investigating what the hell is going on because he (rightly so) thinks I’ve gone barmy.

The photo is shockingly poor because I foolishly spent the day analysing data for my dissertation, all of which is now wasted because after I’d been working on it all day someone popped a bag full of questionnaires through my door this evening so I’ve got to re-do everything I’ve done including the new data – pah! Then we went out for dinner to some friends in the next village and of course the wine flowed and of course I supped a good few glasses and of course this meant that my late-night shot was imbued with a hefty dose of the confidence of the drunk!!!

While we were out last night, we were discussing our tellies. I think in my adult life, I have only ever bought two tellies new because somehow we keep being given them. I think that people take pity on us because our tellies are always small and old so they give us something a bit more modern that they don’t want any more. I have a policy – we don’t buy a new thing unless the thing that we want to replace is dead. Tellies are remarkably resilient I’ve found – this little CRT telly is at least 20 years old and it’s still going on, doing a perfectly good job of decoding broadcast signals into James Bond on this occasion – it’s a bit wobbly because the shot that the flash exposed right for the rest of the room wasn’t long enough to register the light from the TV hence the blurry long exposure. If (when) that telly dies I will allow a replacement but we will probably have been given another couple of my Dad’s cast-offs by then! The little Sony is powered almost by magic - we are so close to the TV mast that we get a picture on this telly even without the aerial plugged in!

The boots are also someone else’s rubbish, bought on ebay last year and are my favourite footwear of the moment.

You could even argue that JD, who has sneaked into the shot to try to work out what I’m doing is “rubbish” being cast aside, as he was on four occasions by previous owners who no longer wanted him…bigger fools them!

So, rubbish photo, rubbish blurry TV image, rubbish shoes, rubbish dog. Must try harder.