And so the time has come for the annual spring clean (which I seems to have been missed last year)
Yes, the scraps of paper and tatty notebooks that have been gathering momentum and precious table space here in the study must go…. actually,I say study, but let’s face it, it’s a dining room. Our dining room.
What this means in real life is scan-scan-scan and post-post-post, then edit post and tag post, and try to get them into categories.
Then out will go the bits of scrap into the recycling bin.
In a way I don’t like throwing out the physical papers that have written and scribbled on as some small part of me believes that I’m Lambeg’s answer to Thomas Edison, and that the patent for lightbulb is somewhere in one of those notebooks that I’m about to consign to the green bin.
But lets face it,it’s probably not.