My camera (a Sony a100-DSLR) started making a whirring noise when I turned it on. After cleaning the contacts on the lenses, I was loathe to do anything more for fear I would break it completely.
So I registered my repair, wrapped it up like that kid from A Christmas Story and sent it away. Sod the freepost label, my baby went next day with added insurance.
I’m sure I could live without my phone or my computer if forced to, but after 3 days without my camera, I know I could never live without one. It stays at home during the week and only comes out for days out, rowing regattas or visits with friends, but suddenly I feel like my right arm is missing.
Thankfully the repair should be done in a few more days. I’d much rather be without it now than at my sister’s wedding in October.
What the Duck