Shots and chardonnay

I've just started a part-time photography course. My tutor's married to a radiologist. So he photographs people as he sees them and his wife takes care of the insides. Between them, they've got all angles covered.

My compact digital didn't cost a lot and has held out well over the past few months. It was dragged out here from the UK and, whether it likes it or not, spends most of its time at the bottom of my bag without any guarantee of sunlight or a glass of wine for days on end. Though it's seen some interesting things in its short life.

Since moving house last weekend I've discovered a potential diet tip: keep your fridge in the garage. Okay, so it's highly inconvenient - but that's the point! If retrieving a chilled bottle of chardonnay involves unlocking a door, descending five steps and repeating the process in reverse then it might make you think twice. Though, second thoughts, what's five steps and a door? And, besides, God didn't invent red wine for nothing. Nor peanut butter.

Who needs fridges or diets anyway...