20140627-205520-75320439.jpgMoving day is 2 weeks away and there are literally a hundred things I could and should be doing right now. But instead I choose to occupy one of the last Friday evenings in my flat with the time-consuming task of  filling up the bare pages of photo albums I’ve been meaning to put to use for years. It’s not just a way of putting off the unpleasant tasks related to moving home and much more a desperate attempt to catalogue memories which seem all the more precious as each year passes and in acute danger of being boxed away even deeper into oblivion in the chaos of relocation.