Remembering stuff has never been my forte. I’ve never been that good at it, but it seems to be getting worse. I’m not sure if it’s a general apathy which means the past holds no significance, but perhaps I need photobooks to help me remember what actually happened last week; it all just blurs into one unintelligible  stream of stuff that might have happened.

A little book with all the pictures of last week would help me remember events and conversations that I would otherwise have no chance of recalling. I was thinking that I could have a photobook for each month – that seems like a lot, but it’s only 12 per year.

When it comes to sitting round that coal fire that you’re never going to have, with your offspring’s offspring, telling stories about what you did when you were a young ‘un – you’ll have a huge stack of photobooks with which to demonstrate how much fun you’ve had.