Monday 19th August

The eldest is back bright and early from her Festival, having had a great time, with a rucksack full of kit that heads either straight for the washing machine, or into the garden to air. The tents her and her friends took do not return. It appears standard practice is to buy something cheap and leave it when you leave. There was a rumour that the Red Cross collect them, and then send them abroad. It’d be nice to think someone got some use from the thousands of discarded tents.

Under encouragement from Mrs P, I decide to tidy up the shelf that I put most of my papers and “to-do” stuff on. There’s a lot more than I expect, but when you see papers working out the best mobile phone deal for the kids from 12 months ago, you know it can go in the bin. I didn’t realise how long it was since I’d looked at this stuff.

The youngest goes out to play football with his friends, and the eldest having had little sleep over the weekend goes for a nap. I continue to wonder at the stuff I’ve kept that now resembles rubbish, but I’m sure must have looked valuable at the time I kept it.

I pop to five-a-side in the evening and manage to get a sweat on. So mission accomplished there. I did actually score, well that’s to say the ball hit me and rebounded in. But it counts. At home I push my papers/junk back into a pile. Albeit a smaller one than I had at the start of the day. Looks like it could take the week to get this sorted.

Yours reducing the paper mountain.

Jay