Herself gave out to me the other day.
Nothing unusual in that – it's part of the
hourly daily routine here.
She complained that I hadn't put all my photographs from the holiday up on the Interweb. I pointed out there were nearly a hundred and that some of them were crap. She said that I was to put up the ones that weren't crap. I said that people just aren't interested in other people's holiday snaps. She gave me that look which usually bodes trouble.
I stand by my sentiment. Holiday photographs are boring. But when Herself gets into a strop about something she tends to go on and on and on [and on] until she has worn me down. So in the interests of my sanity and a bit of peace and quiet I am putting up a tiny token selection. I swear it's just because she wants to brag on Farcebook.
You can click on the photographs to embiggen them a bit, should you feel so inclined.
This is Crookhaven. Notable for being at the very end of a very long road and also as the spot where we honeymooned back when God was a child. They since demolished the pub we stayed in, which was replaced by the building on the extreme left. I deny having any hand act or part in the demolition.
So that's my little selection.
Sorry for being so boring.
Just blame Herself.