I spent the past weekend clearing out my bedroom at my mum's house. Although I haven't lived there in a couple of decades, the cupboards, drawers and shelves were still full of stuff because I had never needed to empty them, so I never did. Until now.
If you've read the About page on my new website you might have guessed the relevance of the above photo. When I was a little girl, as a treat I would be allowed to pick one item from my favourite stationery shop. All stationery appealed to me whether it was writing paper, a telephone message pad or, a book of raffle tickets. I must have picked the above book of cloakroom tickets more than 30 years ago and kept them ever since. While I took copious amounts of A level history notes to the recycling centre I couldn't quite bring myself to discard these tickets. Once a stationery addict, always a stationery addict.