The title refers to this blogging business.  There are some days (quite a few actually) where I get to tea-time, realise I haven’t got a shot and hurredly take a quick snap of the girl, the boy or even (on rare occassions) the husband.  On other days, however, I’m convinced that I have the perfect picture early on (for example, a picture of the laptop on the table outside, with a bottle of beer beside it, the reflection of the garden in our big windows and the husband sitting opposite – the title being “How I Posted Today” – ok, I cheated and took the picture yesterday evening to post today but who’s counting?) and then the boy goes and falls asleep in my arms and how could I resist really?