Is it just ME?

Or should holiday bores shut up?

‘OUR view from the bedroom window,’ a friend captions her Facebook photo of an epic Tuscan sunset.

‘ Rosé o’clock,’ a text message pings on my phone, as a colleague sends a close-up of her sipping a chilled glass of wine by the pool on the dot of noon.

Enough! If you’re slaving away in an office this summer, the last thing you want is to be virtually dragged through someone else’s jolly. Not only have these ‘holibores’, as holiday braggarts are known, left us to do all the work, they insist on never-ending displays of show-off smugness.

Let’s not even talk about the horror of experiencing someone else’s 30-in-the-shade moments when it’s Novemberish at home.

Once upon a time, holiday photos were shown only to close family friends. I recall my parents would reverentially close the curtains and

If you’re in the office, you don’t want to be virtually dragged through someone else’s jolly

get out the slide projector. It took days to go through slides of us struggling under changing ponchos on a damp beach, as the machine kept sticking. But it felt special. It was a meaningful, once-a-year ritual.

Now, however, holidays are a scary, competitive sport. People post snaps on social media with ‘ hashtags’ designed to draw in an everwider audience. It’s almost as though it didn’t happen if it’s not been photographed and posted. What happened to enjoying the moment?

This year, thanks to replacing garden fences and the cats’ dental bills, I’m taking a ‘balcony holiday’ — one where you barely leave the house.

You may get a postcard with a strangely blurry postmark. Subtly, I’ll imply that I’m too modest for boastful photos. Because, dear ‘holibores’, whether you’re enjoying a break in Florence (#cultured) or having a great time on a yacht in the Aegean (#blessed), no one needs to know.