The Paper Trail

Could there be any more of a paper trail? I thought computers were supposed to cut down the hard copies cluttering up the place, but it appears not.

I went and cleared the PO box yesterday, and granted it had been a few days since I last emptied it, can you believe, I spent the best part of an hour last night opening and sorting it, and as per usual, the bulk of it was bills, with just a sprinkling of cheques.

I should be grateful for the paper trail being that my pre-mummy career was in the printing industry, but when you're on the receiving end of the paper, it is not so welcome. As if I don't have an overflowing recycling bin as it is (adjusts halo), now I have a whole pile of envelopes which I'm going to have to either squeeze down one side of the bin, or leave on the bench with the couple of bottles that just didn't make the cut this week due to lack of space, and the fact that it's persisting down sways me towards the latter.

I'm thinking paper making might be a nice mid-winter inside activity, something new and exciting, something other than hut making, playdough creating or cake baking to keep us occupied (and me sane).

So maybe I'll save those envelopes after all and give them a second life at our house, motley flaky paper has got to be more fun than gleaming cutty paper, and if recycled paper is good enough for loo rolls, it's good enough for the crayolas.