#ArchivistEnergy
Yes, my dearios, after thinking, nay, I would say, even brooding upon the matter for some while, have finally made a slight beginning on Those Boxes Upstairs in the Boxroom (wot the estate agent's description very falsely referred to as a third bedroom, no wai), which have been sitting there for a very considerable while taking up space and frankly I had no idea on the whole what was in any particular one.
So, so far, I have extracted some half-dozen (and a few odd envelopes of documentation stashed among them) -
And lo, 'tis entirely as I have so oft found in my professional labours, that there are things that can quite immediately be disposed of.
And other things I had quite forgotten about, like the documentation relating to my various promotions in the job previous to the job I retired from. And old diaries - my old Spare Rib/Big Red diaries!!! - I am not saying anything writ in them is of much interest, even if I could decipher it, but these constitute historical documents in their own right, surely?
Also did some weeding of matters I do not wish to preserve for posterity.
Behold, a deal of WRITINGZ, including (waves at
arkessian)various things done for the City Lit group &C. Including a short story that I am convinced that I searched for desperately some while ago and failed to find.
Forward! Excelsior!
There are a lot more boxes.
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