Tucked away in our home office is a very inconspicuous looking box. I don't open it very often, but when I do, its contents, in contrast to its rather plain exterior, make me howl with laughter. In it are around two hundred photographs ... of school days, university nights, family holidays, holidays with friends, and many, many birthday celebrations. And there's something about holding them in my hand rather than clicking through them on a screen that makes those memories a lot more vivd, as if touching the photographs makes them come that little bit more alive. Yet, I rarely print my pictures any more. And that's a real shame. I share a few online ... on my blog or on my Instagram account ... but the remainder are merely relegated to a file on my laptop.