I collect stationery

I have a cellarful of notepads just waiting to be used. And waiting,

I don’t mean that in a trainspotterish sort of way – I just seem to collect it. Every time I think “Oooh, must start making notes of the things I keep forgetting”, I go out and buy a notebook, even though I have a cellar full of BOGOFs and ‘threefers’.

And it’s not just notebooks. There’s reams of printer paper, folders, dividers, tags, clips, pins,…

Sometimes it comes in handy, just when you least expect it. And, at other times, it’s just embarassing and in the way.