I have been waiting for the postman like I haven't done in twenty-five years!
The photies are arrived - not anywhere near as good as the RichK ones or the ones my mum's b/f took, but still evidence, ya know?
And I'd rather have deeply unflattering photos (boy, do I look a twonk!) than none at all. My colleague didn't get any and was quite disappointed, even though it wasn't his first marathon.
