A thought

Well, not a thought, more of a rant.
But just as I hit the 32nd picture on my Olympus camera at a houseparty last weekend, I sort of passed out and my camera got stolen. Lifted from around my neck by a blurry thieving silhouette...
I'm just bemoaning the fact that I lost a perfectly good batch of pictures. Especially regarding the fact that I have been mostly holed up working these days, and not living a particularly picture-worthy life.
So, there. RIP my 32 unprocessed pictures (because my Olympus is certainly not dead, but probably mishandled by some prick from Shoreditch).
Amen.