Some days are hard to blip

As Rod Stewart didn't sing. The best shot of the day was B in her school uniform, proudly holding a maths certificate in a pool of sunlight, but I try not to broadcast that level of information online. The blossoms were unimpressive, the supermarket phone blip not quite focussed, the parrot shot ok but unremarkable... and on and on. So here's a book from the local library - about a female photographer in WW2 who filed from the front line for Vogue. I can't wait to read it, having been completed hooked by the first few pages of the preface. "Hmmmm", said the Mister, "Please don't be a war photographer". So that's off the fantasy career list then, along with wedding photography. What is it with the "W"s?