Notes

I spring-cleaned this afternoon. While flicking through one of my old high-school textbooks, a pile of papers fell out onto my lap.

If you think that sounds clichéd, then I should warn you - it gets cheesier. Turns out that the papers were notes my friends and I had written to each other and decorated during 5th form history, almost seven years ago. We were so wonderfully, carelessly silly back then. The find made my afternoon.

I'm occasionally criticised for my hoarding tendencies, but you know what? I'm glad that I never throw anything away. Even the stupidest things somehow acquire sentimental value as the years progress.