It's a case of the photo being irrelevant to the day. Would you have preferred a photo of me taking my sons to have their hair cut (and one of them emerging looking like Jerry did in an episode of Seinfeld, which curiously centred on a barber called Enzo - same name as our hairdresser). Or a photo of me silently cursing when I scored a very, very, very slow person at the supermarket checkout? Or me getting wet on the way to the car with my shopping? The laundry perhaps? I think not. This photo will do for today.
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