Bingo

My nephew and his girlfriend became parents on 25th June. Their new daughter is called Polly and is adorable.

Today, at the bingo, my Mother showed the one hundred and eigthty eight photographs I'd taken to her friends.

Two things I can't work out:

1. Why would someone want to look at almost two hundred photographs of someone they don't know and have never met?
2. How do people feel no shame in ruining photographs by wiping their greasy fingers all over my Mum's lustrous prints?

Some people make me feel physically sick.