A few weeks ago, I went to Histon for Bath City’s FA Trophy match.

Football-wise, it was a successful trip. Bath City won the game having originally found themselves 2-0 down. From a personal point of view, the trip caused me a few problems…

While either clutching my head in despair whilst losing 2-0, queuing for an overpriced cup of hot chocolate or jumping around celebrating Alex Russell’s last minute winner; I lost my iPhone case. That’s the iPhone case before you all laugh, not the highly expensive phone itself. This was easily replaced for a few quid online, but the first of two annoyances caused by the trip to Cambridgeshire.

Secondly, my camera I bought in the summer has died. I only realised this yesterday. The last time it had been used was at Histon. Therefore, I am blaming the death of my Fuji S1730 entirely on the away day. Luckily, it is still under warranty, but late last night I did end up tipping my entire flat upside down and inside out, looking for the receipt I was given when I bought the camera in August.

I was unable to find it and went to bed late, frustrated and tired. In the morning, I remembered exactly where I had left it – in a safe place in an old cup inside the cupboard. Maddening.

I am in no immediate rush to sort the camera out and I don’t think I’ll brave Argos in search of a replacement this side of Christmas – I would be insane to step into any shop of any kind this week, what with all the fools who have left their shopping to the final hours. I would probably end up being kidnapped by some desperate father, stuck in a large hamster cage and given to a couple of kids as a present on Christmas morning. Hopefully when I do finally pluck up the courage to return the camera, I can get a refund and buy a better model in the sales… I’m not holding out much hope on that though.