it always leaves me with good intentions.
unfortunately these intentions almost always fall to the way-side after about 2 or 3 months.
and then after 6 (or in this case 12!) months i finally put the box on the dining room table, put some music on, take a deep breath and dig in. Oh, and a glass of red helps too.
and so the opening of envelopes, punching of holes and sorting into piles and finally filing into files begins. of bank statements, insurance updates, telephone accounts & payslips.
last night i also chucked out everything dated 2003 and earlier (i think i need to keep things for 5 years?) – which left me with a mass of paper on the dining room floor.
but it also leaves you with a sense of achievement – ‘cos you can see what you have done (or dumped). thank heavens i recycle, i cannot imagine putting all that paper into the bin…
that leaves tonight to sort out the last “papers” – things that aren’t bills, like updating my will, filing my writing, and the odd hand-written letter i have. i find myself not knowing where to put those. there isn’t a neat electronic folder to file them…
and the other upside is that my “study” (a.k.a. the dump-it space) is looking at lot more like a room!