It was the Christmas display for the gymnastics club.
The official photographer was out of contact it seemed. So on Saturday monrning, they asked me.
As eldest daughter will tell you, it was possibly an unusual choice, plus as we have a digital camera, notorious for a time lag, photos of fast gymnastics are tricky at best.
The gymnast amongst us (daughter number three, the 8 year old (DNT)) had to be there early. We all set off to join her at the gym a little later.
Then we turned round and went back home for the tickets.
Set off again.
Had forgotten DNT's change of clothes for post display Christmas party.
Turned round again. Collected clothes. Set off again.
Found spot in hall to be "official photographer for the evening". Explained situation to one or two people that I knew, in case they wondered why I was crawling round the display in various strange poses, clearly trying to get a better view of proceedings than them.
Took first photo and in true Sally style fell flat on my face having tripped on the gym mat. Caused great hilarity amongst friends and family, although hubby managed not to notice.
Crawled around the gym for the next hour, doing my absolute best to be best available amateur photographer for occasion. Managed to get some good shots, despite time lag. Changed batteries half way through. Deleted a few wasted photos , so as not to use up all the card before the end. Was beginning to enjoy myself. Felt like quite a professional.
Then came the speeches at the end. "Thanks to everyone etc etc....And finally, we just have a few more photos to take. The photographer managed to get here after all, and we are so very grateful to him." "HIM?" I wasn't aware that there was any doubt over my sexuality. Looked over and there was a true professional photographer, with proper camera. Oh..........
Afterwards the Gym proprietor came over to me, full of thanks for stepping in at such short notice to take photos. I felt perplexed and clearly looked so. She explained that the real photographer had arrived unexpectedly at the last minute, but she does still want my photos, because gym photos are very tricky, especially with the time lag on digital cameras...
Then had a chat with the pro. He told me that gym photos are very tricky on digital cameras, because of the time............. yes, yes I know.............
So a good time was had by all, and the party was good too.
And finally.....Eldest Daughter (otherwise known as Emily Lomax) is now on Spanish T.V. apparently! (But not on the internet yet). So if you happen to be in Spain currently, and you see an ad for Orange this Christmas, she's the blonde, blue eyed one. She'll either be sitting on a swing in the snow, on a shopping trolley in a carpark with a Starbucks in her hand, skating on an ice rink, or in a changing room putting ice skates on. She'll be telling you in fluent Spanish (dubbed of course) about the best contracts to go for with Orange.............. Please tell us if you see her!
p.s. She's now on the internet. She's the one on the front page of the website, holding a coffee cup!!
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