Fed Up

You know the feeling: you’ve been sat there at least an hour while he has been messing about with that camera of his, poking bellows, fiddling with plates, head hidden under a black cloth. And it’s not as though you have nothing better to do – that oak table won’t polish itself and there is laundry to do. To cap it all, whilst you are there fighting cramp in your left leg, he has the cheek to tell you to smile!