As I've been having some success in submitting stories to Best of British Magazine, I thought I'd try to find a photo to accompany my latest offering.
I've had a Brother printer/scanner/copier now for over a year and hadn't put any photographs through their tests with it, so this morning as I was rummaging in the shoe box where I keep the family snaps, I thought it would be a good time to begin.
The photographs I thought I might be able to use were tiny little black and white snaps taken with a box brownie, with most of them the worst for wear including the odd tea stain. But then we're talking over sixty years ago, so it's not surprising. I'm looking equally battered.
Anyway, I loaded up one of mum and me in the river when I was around three years old --- clicked the necessary buttons and it came out superimposed on a photo of hubby and a friend. Strange! I tried again without a photo in the scanner. There was Bill again. So I tried to find the print record for the scanner. Couldn't!
It took me six frustating goes before I thought to check the inside lid of the scanner and there was a photograph that had evidently, in a previous life, been stuck in an album with everlasting tacky glue.
And the photographs? They came out brilliantly.