The opportunity: every day take a photo which ... well, let's see what it shows. Of course, they may not be actual photos because sometimes you just don't have a camera to hand ...
We didn't find Nemo ... but what was the prawn's name? I'm not sure if this one would have made it through the night at the Chinese restaurant where this photo was taken.
It's not easy keeping cables under control - so I was very excited to get a handful of "post office rubber bands". Hopefully this will give me a break from inferior rubber bands snapping - and stinging!
If only I'd thought about this at the time it would have been a good opportunity to ask "are you a glass half full or glass half empty"-type of person - but since it isn't either (or is that "neither"), there's not much point.
We are in the process of turning a television viewing area into a place to have a desk. This is the photo I took to show someone from Freecycle (where you can give away, or ask for stuff - no money changing hands) how big the TV is.
The Dalai Lama is in town this week - but that's not him in the photo. While walking around a shopping centre in ChinaTown, though, I did notice some monks (lots of them, including some who were taking each other's photographs as they came down the escalators) and tried to discretely take some photographs. I think I need more practice if I ever want to do this for a living!
The look of determination on my face - I had pulled as close in to the parked cars as I could, waiting for an opportunity to reverse back into the free space. Behind me a black car had stopped, too close for me to park, and refusing to go around even though I knew there was room. The quandry - to move on and keep traffic flowing - or to sit tight and wait it out (especially when it finally occurred to me that said driver may actually have been after the same park). I gave a small cheer (quietly to myself) as s/he finally moved off.
One of the biggest soap bubbles in the world ... from a man standing near a street corner with a large length of what looks like rope; he dips it into a tub of water and waves it in the air - leaving in its trail a huge bubble - as big as a hippopotamus - in the air.
English Breakfast Tea was the beverage of choice and I was about to ask where my cup was until Deb (who had had a similar pot before) ... revealed all.
I guess this answers the question of "if your parents had given you up for adoption, and you could have chosen who you would live with - who would you have chosen?"