Have been outside in the garden burning old papers: bank statements, random letters, pointless photos, all kinds of crap that I don't need. The record was a set of stuff from 1986, but most of it was 1990 onwards. Just under two hours spent dealing with flames and smoke and bits of ash, and now I'm all stinky and hot and bothered. At least it was the evening so not in bright sunshine. Still, that's another three boxes of stuff gone and progress is being made towards a state of actual organisation. I'm satisfied, but also sore from lugging stuff around. Time for a lovely long bath.