One day, many years ago, I was forced to rush from the tranquillity of the shower to restore order in the house.

The agonised scream from my husband in the kitchen had me thinking something dire had befallen him or the kids. It had.

Either the kids - or the dog - had vomited on the floor and like many men, my husband doesn't do spew. Acting on impulse I grabbed the mop and in nothing but the soap in my hair began to clean up the mess.

It wasn't until after I went to collect a developed roll of film (this was before digital cameras) from the local camera shop, that I realised that unbeknown to me, my other half had snapped a pic of me in all my glory, mop and bucket in hand.

Although it can't be classified as a naked selfie, it's as close as I've come to flashing my form for a never-to-be-forgotten memento for anyone.

And I've never been back to that shop to get my photos developed again.

The kerfuffle over the leaked naked selfies of celebrities a couple of weeks ago had me recalling that particular incident from the dark recesses of my mind and wondering if there was any chance of anyone stealing it and trying to sell it to the highest bidder.

I'm not even sure it still exists in its film paper form, but it could still be locked away in a file of titillating negatives which I'm sure all old-time photographers and developers have on hand for their retirement years to relive the good old days.

Getting your gear off used to be something you reserved for those face-to-face intimate moments and was usually done, for the first few times at least, fumbling in the dark. Although there is nothing about the human body that should cause shame and embarrassment to anyone no matter what shape, size or age, perhaps I am of that older generation - when keeping some things a little mysterious was considered sexy and seductive.

Even after many years of marriage the thought of literally letting it all hang out in a posed pic for my husband has the colour flooding my cheeks. The belief that my birthday suit does not quite meet the dress for success standards it once may have isn't the only thing stopping me pressing the button on the iPhone and hitting send during a boring lunchtime meeting to brighten up the day of my beloved.

Forgetting that what I may see as a provocative portrait is perhaps not what others may deem a delectable vignette, the fear that someone else other than the intended recipient may mistakenly glance at my generous, garmentless anatomy has me shying away from stripping for a sexy snap.

I know I probably sound prudish, and that nudity is normal. After all I went sans Speedos among 800 strangers earlier this year to swim as nature intended and raise money for charity.

But shedding my smalls and enshrining the image for perpetuity in a virtual storage safe called the cloud which does not bring to mind steel traps and impenetrable security is in my mind, taking that You Only Live Once-attitude of today's younger generation just a tad too far.

So my advice to those that feel the need to grab a naughty Kodak moment for the object of their desire, don't do it on your mobile phone, computer or tablet and think something named after a fluffy, cottonwool puff can in any way keep it secure for their eyes only.

Instead grab the old Polaroid, pose for that perky portrait and in just a couple of minutes you'll have the proof of your virtues in your hand to give to the love of your life in a more private setting. And if things go badly you can always tear it up.