Following Tillybud’s Hub’s advice, I took the pink camera monster into the up-market photographic studio in Coutances yesterday afternoon.
The kind man found a setting which just about worked, but he told me that the camera was on the way out. Jock was with me, or I wouldn’t have dared, but in the supermarket I bought an all-singing-all-dancing-expensive camera, the same make as the old Olympus.
The instructions were rubbish, and it took me all evening just to programme the time and date, let alone do the setup. You were firmly warned not to put in a memory card before setting up on the compter. In the end, son -in-law helped me via Skype and I achieved the setup and registration at midnight French time.
This morning, I inserted …er tried to insert… the memory card from the old camera, to take some test photos. It didn’t fit. Blue smoke and language erupted from my mouth. WHY OH WHY OH WHY don’t they standardize the blank blank things? Or better still, include them with the cameras? The salesman had missed a trick and another sale by not telling me I needed a different one. GRRR!