I want to go to this Nat Trust place near us to see the rhododenrons - it's absolutely beautiful, gorgeous views, 80 different species etc. We always go this time of year, and every single bloody year (for at least 12 years) DH brings his camera and takes photos. Close up, not close up, very very close up, from far far away. It always ends up with me hissing "I'm not waiting for you any more" as the kids disappear into the middle distance, and we're always barely speaking as we return to the car.
And then, and then - nothing. He labels them on his laptop, he never prints them off, no one ever sees them again. Maybe he uses them as his porn-alternative - I have no idea.
This afternoon I am putting my foot down. I will smash the camera (and did I mention he spent £500 on the camera without consulting me - admittedly this was 8 years ago, but still) before it goes in the car. AIBU?