Blurry photographer

Around once a year Yahnn the photographer drives from Carcassonne and does decent pix of my paintings. Here he is working in the studio, snapped by my rubbish camera. It was a long afternoon and we were both tired when he went to collect his van and load up the kit prior to passing a pleasant evening with his wife in the comfort of their new home.
By one of those evil strokes of fate, he found himself locked out of the van with the keys inside; the engine running; his portable telephone, money and stuff on the seat, totally inaccessible.
So we settled down with a tin of smoked almonds and a bottle of pays d'oc Cabernet Sauvignon  (2011) to await the arrival of the long suffering wife and the spare keys.
A most happy evening! - for some of us. Sorry, Mrs Yahnn...