We run a tight ship around here. We reuse, repair, recycle. We take stuff to that place where you drop off electrical cords you will never ever use. Pots of paints we didn't empty. We lend books, and expect them never to return.

But there is just one thing I can't sort. I just can't. And that's the photos in my phone. Also the photos in the drawer. That has not been opened since my last kid's formal photos were developed - say 2008. Also, the endless photos I never had developed because I didn't know what they were back then - believe me, the realisation hasn't come back to me in the last 17 years either.

It was a complete joy to me when phones started being accompanied by cameras. That was about 1999 - but I didn't catch up until the first iPhone. There was a brief crossover period. I h

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