Trev's 40th wet one

Torrential rain made the journey up the hill to the almost flooded summer house a slippery, brown staining nightmare. Trev even offered some protection for the brave under canvas wraps but not alot took him up. Some of the guests were content to kitchen conversations with the marque's red carpet soaking up the water. After two trips up the hill I was almost ready to quit as well as it was a long day. My mood was a mix quiet contentment, paranoia and pi$$ed-off-ness with the rain that dampened the mood. Spending time with my new loved one made up for it, getting to know each other better, having fun after turning her on, she really is a Japanese mistress of fine pixels. I love you Nikon D80!
The last memory I took with me was going to the toilet after a some couple had come out with shifty looks and giggles.
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