The forecast late last night was for rain but it was mild and dry here today. I went down to B&Q just before it shut and got some 9mm MDF cut for a couple of recently printed photobox prints. Without glass or a proper frame they are austerity-era lo-cost, unprotected and would be non-archival, all good things. The kid who did the cutting did a great job, especially considering it was only the second time he'd used the machine, apparently.
As for vulnerability, several days ago I walked on a print I'd left on the floor - it was an old one, fortunately - of a white transit van left parked on a building site in the snow over Christmas last year, by moonlight (yes, I know, how romantic). But one I walked on two days ago is one of the new ones, unfortunately. In fact both prints already look like they were found in a dustbin. They say teenagers are incredibly clumsy because their bodies are growing at such a fast rate that the brain can't quite keep up and their 'mental model' of themself fitting in the world does not quite gel. Presumably I am shrinking in old age and have the reverse problem. I have no other explanation for it. That I want to admit to.
I will attempt to spray glue them on to the MDF at some point and put fixings on. At least I don't have to worry about damaging them with further handling. In fact it has crossed my mind to get out a hammer and put a few more knocks and dints in them, and even rip them and tape them back together. Or would that be less than subtle?