I have an ambivalent attitude towards rules. I can see the benefit in some of them, and appreciate the sense of order that they promote, but if petty and overly rigid they irritate me. As they did yesterday. And when they do I get rather sniffy. He did his best but I could feel my face growing sour. All was resolved in the end and the pictures were taken, though not to my satisfaction, sadly. Being out, away from home, was odd though. I think I may be becoming a little agoraphobic.
