Oops, part I

My flatmate is a busy girl. She works long hours, often away from home, getting up at the crack of dawn to drive big vans up and down the country, rigging sets, shouting at people who haven't paid their bills, dropping heavy things on her feet, doing her bit for the peanut M&M, Coca-Cola and Jack Daniels industries, balancing the books, lugging body bags through customs, pressing the space bar, designing Power Point presentations, editing videos, dealing with an office full of boys, and occasionally tending a small flock of children.

So I suppose it shouldn't be too surprising that when she was supposed to send this photo to a client in India...