A Bailey's, Anyone?

Freddie has changed his name to David Bailey. Last Sunday we had Barney, Debs and their little girl Katie round, and right at the end of the afternoon I heard Debs say 'Freddie, what are you doing?'. I turned to see Freddie standing in a corner with his back to us, up to something. On investigation, Debs discovered our digital camera in Freddie's sweaty hands, which must have been snatched up at some point by Mr Tickle himself, intent on no good.

After the guests had gone, we took at look at the photos stored on the camera, and this is what we found: The World According to Freddie, shot from two and a half feet (probably grossly inaccurate. I'm all metric, now, don't you know), and intriguingly informative about the workings of the mind of the mini photographer. Here we have Mummy and Daddy standing together, tall as giants, looming over Freddie, a look of amused impatience on their faces. And there's Mummy, still as tall, hands on hips, probably about to scold or try to remove the camera. And Katie and Barney, mostly their legs, sitting on the floor. In fact, lots more of the floor and our old-lady brown carpet, in all it's swirly floral glory. And the toy box, spilling over with all the favourite things. And, of course, Angel Bear, found snuggled beside the hoover in the corner, behind the door. You didn't think he was lost, did you?

But the best shots, I think, are the ones of Barney, several of them, all fitting well into the frame (as opposed to the headless Katie in other pictures, poor thing), showing an impressive patience and willingness to pose for our little David Bailey as he shouts 'Smile!' and angles another view, and listens to the satisfying Click of the button. Barney pulling a brilliant comic face, then another, then smiling, then smiling again. The willing model to our demon snapper. And then the following day, on picking up on the admiration of friends and family at his photographing prowess, Freddie proceeded to grab the camera at breakfast time and start again, to shouts of 'Ooooooh! Alpen!', which was followed by, you've guessed it, many delightful pictures of Freddie's breakfast, standing proud in the middle of the dining table. Bless him!

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