Oh dear lord, the photography! Twenty-four hours, they’re at it. They get up, brush their teeth and they have to take a photo of their face in the mirror. Ant, bee, spoon, plate, donkey, car, leaf, moon. Grown-ups, mind you! They look at normal things and point a camera at it. Oh, look at that leaf! Oh, that moon! As if they’ve come here from outer space and their moon was square instead of round. They’re like toddlers. What do they want? Attention. Someone! Look at me. Someone!
