For years, I remembered that answering machine message in my mum’s voice. I’d be calling from overseas, back when every second cost a small fortune. Waiting for her greeting to finish always felt so long when all I wanted was to leave a quick message. While we were sorting through Mum’s house, bursting at the seams with buried treasures, I found this little micro tape. It wasn’t working then, but when I recently had our old family film footage digitized, it miraculously came