There is very little in this life more tedious than being taken through somebody else's holiday photos. But that fact has not deterred the media from a level of coverage of the current royal jolly down under which seems even more excessive than the volume of fawning filler usually associated with such trips.
But despite the acres of coverage it has been almost impossible to pinpoint a single moment of genuine interest, as is so often the way with other people's holiday photos.
In fact, even the press following this tour seem to be bored of the incessant photo opportunities. So much so in fact that at one point the press pack talked up speculation of a second royal baby being on the way just to briefly break the monotony and give them something to write about the next day when they all shot down the previous day's stories:
The press have been drowning in a sea of bland photo opportunities, trying desperately to write just enough words to differentiate their publications from OK! magazine. But with nothing of substance to work with, their copy has become indistinguishable from the anodyne commentary that accompanies most holiday photos ('...and this is another picture of the beach, and this is the beach from another angle, and that's Sue walking down the beach, and that's a couple from Sheffield that we got speaking to, whose names I can't remember but I think she worked at Tesco...').
Here's a paragraph that somebody actually went to the trouble of typing up for the Evening Standard:
"Kate, a keen gardener who grows potatoes, was shown exotic plants in the nursery. Lead gardener Jeremy Hawker said: "She was very interested. She said she grows her own vegetables."
Or how about this cracking little anecdote from the royal couple's time in Australia, as told by the Daily Mail
"[Kate] said: "It's a lot warmer here than it is in England."
While The Guardian informed us:
"Kate had changed from the taupe, cap-sleeved Roksanda Ilincic dress she wore when she arrived in central Australia earlier in the day into a Hobbs grey-and-white summer dress. She also sensibly ditched the high heels for a pair of wedges, which within moments became caked in red dust."
Even the most patient dinner party guest would be forgiven for snatching the holiday photos and putting them on the fire at this point.
Perhaps the best comment on the sheer volume and banality of the coverage came in this tongue-in-cheek reader's letter to The Times last week after the paper had taken a brief respite from its own over-the-top coverage: