I went stationery shopping this week. Life in the fast lane, eh? The most important purchase:
- A pocket address book, nice and flowery, just 50 cents
On yesterday’s public holiday (Christi Himmelfahrt: Ascension Day) I bought myself a large filter coffee and sat in a certain coffee bar. Being a white Anglo-Saxon Protestant, I was able to sit alone at my table, slurp my coffee and visit the loo in peace. But I digress.
Out came my A4 notebook. Quick, scribble down a few ideas for blog articles (and not just about Billy No-Mates, “the gift that keeps on giving” in terms of blog content). Then out comes my old address book (from early 2013) and the new one. Hand-copy from old to new.
- Him… hmmm yes.
- Her… oh aye, I’d forgotten her. Definitely not. Anyway I un-friended her off Facebook three years ago due to her non-stop sharing of “20yy is going to be my year…” posts and pictures of 5kg tubs of protein powder and sports centre updates. (You get the idea.)
- Him, nope. He never bothered keeping in touch anyway. Always really busy with an important file to complete this afternoon.
- Her, yes, definitely.
- Him. No, he’s died since then.
And then to write in some new people’s contact details: snail mail, email, landline, mobile,
Today I threw my old address book into the Altpapier bin. Burning it would be considered inappropriate in this country… Next address book review: 2023 – probably.
Have a cathartic day, won’t you!