I love taking photos, but N isn’t so keen on my hobby.
Sometimes he moans about having his own photo taken. Usually this manifests in his hands over his face, or more recently a stuck out tongue.
But while on holiday, he hated me taking photos of flowers. Each day we walked through the park into the centre of town, and through a beautiful sensory garden area, and rose garden. Every day I heard the ‘no photos’ refrain. On the last day, he even resorted to trying to protect the hydrangeas without much success.