Photos

I love taking them...hate being in them!

A bit of a double standard, I know.

School photos were always painful.  One reason was that I was always the tallest in the class (taller than the boys too).  I always wanted to be in the front row...but was usually put in the back centre.

The other reason is because I can't smile (obviously).  I dreaded the moment when the photographer would notice that I wasn't smiling and personally call out to me "smile!".  This was usually followed by "come on, smile!).

Being a teacher these days means the trauma of school photos is still there.  I often think about 'being sick' on school photo day, but I know that school photos mean a lot to most children and parents.  So as usual I just go with the flow and shove my fears to the back of nowhere and endure it.

Being in my mid-thirties (goodness...have never used that sentence before!) I have attended many beautiful weddings.  I love weddings!  I love the dresses, the suits, the churches, the gardens, the receptions, the dances, the speeches...but hate the photographers (unfortunate people....they probably are in fact quite nice people).  I have always joked to my friends that if and when it is my turn to be married I would hire bouncers to remove cameras from the wedding guests.  If anyone wants a picture, they can get the few which I issue myself.

But my friends think I am joking...