We got some photos developed last week. They were from a couple of disposable cameras we took to France last summer and were mysteriously missing until...the girls were ordered to do a deep-clean of their bedrooms or lose all shore-leave for some time to come.
This is me.
And I am waiting to get on the left hand escalator at the Louvre. See the man with the backpack straps making a V shape? (he's above the girl in the turquoise top). Well, I'm next to the woman in front of him, on her right. Yes- it's the back of my head- again.
It's obviously a picture taken by No.2, as she always gets at least one finger in shot. It's not so bad when she uses her digital as she can delete the worst. Only I am allowed a decent camera, to keep the passports, hold all the cash etc. when away from home as the rest of them are incapable of returning home with what they left with. Mr H is the worst offender- especially when abroad. His i-pod and Bose headphones (bought for him at Christmas by yours truly) are currently residing in Lost Property at Munich airport. They will remain there until the winds blow him that way again. Thank goodness for Lufthansa and German efficiency. All bagged and numbered with the flight details, seat number etc.
This reminds me also of the time I got a phone call from a lovely girl in WH Smiths in Heathrow. She'd found a Blackberry and just dialled the Home number. He had to collect that on the return journey. Pales next to the three passports he's lost. There have also been countless incidents of shoes, sunglasses and other sundries left around the world in a little trail.
Back to the photos...
There are several more rear-view shots, most of which are most unflattering, and only ONE where I am actually facing the camera (but my hair looks okay). The girls say this is because I'm always walking ahead, too quickly! It's true Mr H and I walk quickly- but there's lots to see, especially somewhere like Paris.
Anyway, all this reminded me of a blog I'd seen some time ago- have a gander here . What a great idea- I can't imagine how he thought of it. Unless, of course, he's seen most of my holiday photos.