Photography has never been one of my interests so perhaps that's why I'm no good at it. Add in the computer factor and that's really asking for trouble.

So you can understand my lack of enthusiasm when Bear asked me to help him put all his holiday photos on CD. It's a bit like the blind leading the blind.

Anyway, we spent two and a half hours on Saturday figuring out how to transfer some of the pics onto CDs but it was more by luck than judgement I can tell you.

Today he asked me to show him how to do it as he wanted to do some more. Yikes! It was more a case of guessing and hoping: I couldn't remember a straightforward method as the computer seemed to react in different ways each time.

Sure enough, when I was trying to delete the old ones on the card the computer decided to go its own way and started copying at random. Soon there were 6 copies of some of the photographs. In my attempts to get rid of them I selected 'all' and pressed delete, confident that the pictures were safe on the computer -or, at least, on the card. But they weren't. I had wiped the card completely clean and they hadn't been saved on the computer either.

Ooooooops. How do I break the news to Bear?

After double checking the card, the CD and the computer in the hopes that my worst fears were unjustified I had to admit they were gone. I broke the news to Bear and waited for blast-off.

But it didn't happen. He said he was very cross; he would never be able to replace them; there were some church organs he might never see again; not to mention some trains:  - but it wasn't my fault!

Can you believe that?