The past few days I’ve been listening to Charlotte Cornfield’s recent album, Hurts Like Hell: It hasn’t (yet) grabbed me as much as some earlier ones but I like her tunes and simple stories. § For the first half of the week I was still in Essex making some slow progress on sorting through the old family home. Ahead of time I’d thought that, by the time we left, we might reach the point we’d looked through everything, but I reckoned without the slow process of paperwork. We want to check every document, to work out what needs to be kept, or found a new home, or thrown away. And this is a house with five chock-full four-drawer filing cabinets, among many, many other containers of paper. So much of it is stuff that wouldn’t exist these days, from the days before email (and Dad never did email). Messages that would now be an email buried somewhere ignorable in an archive, forms that would now have been completed online. And so many ways to organise paperwork: ring binders, box files,…
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