Like a lot of people, I hate having my photograph taken. In fact, I don't really have any I can use as an official photograph.
Pretty sad, eh?
Em has been pestering me to sort that out but I just know how I'll look at he end of it: Eyes closed and grimacing. Yes, I always think I am smiling for the camera but in truth it's ... awful. Plus I have mad hair! Seriously, I have MAD hair. And, arhh, wrinkles. (Em says they are 'young woman' wrinkles and not the other type. Isn't that sweet?)
I'll think about it some more.
