Flipping through familiar landmarks, explaining friends and sharing stories. I always drive these show and tell sessions because there are pictures on the iPad I'd far rather my mother didn't see.
We're all in that slightly hypnotic state that only 100 unedited photographs can enduce.
Then a naked picture of my arse appears.
I'm bent over in the sitting room showing off my hole in some brazen moment with R. God knows how it wormed it's way into the middle of the holiday snaps (the little blighter) but the moment is now seared on my memory.
"There's your bottom" trills my mother.
R not known for his dinner party chat at these meetings suddenly cranks the conversation up a gear. Wine glasses are hastily topped up and we finish without further ado. Nothing further is said but the elephant in the room is rather pert.
Anyone know how to get photos out of Photo Stream into separate folders?
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