Envelopes. Depending on how much writing (pre-printed) is on the front will determine which size I half them down to. If there is no writing I'll keep the envelopes full size. I then keep them together with a metal clip (as per the picture) and hang them up on pins stuck into various walls. So if ever I need to take a note of something these are never too far away. If they are the larger size I use the metal clips you use after you punch holes in them. These are held up after string is looped through them. I think another picture may be needed to explain properly.
Similarly with A4 paper. Junk mail usually has the writing on one side only so I will use the reverse. Or even my own stuff - and once both sdes have been used they are shredded.
And finally, I've even managed to extend the life of a ringbinder by using the plastic board and with two of the type of clips in the picture to hold the paper in place. I do have real clipboards - but I can be using 4 or 5 pads to write on at one go.
EDIT : It is usually the C4 and C5 size envelopes - not the DL size.
-- Edited by Peasie on Wednesday 11th of January 2012 06:07:15 PM
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I recyle paper, it either goes in the shredder, of if its not got anything confidential on I cut it up into squares and put in a note box in the kitchen window cill, or if its confidential and its on top of the shredder but haven't actually shredded it yet, it goes on the log burner!! All my envelopes with our address on it from xmas cards went on the log burner!
Peasie I think we need another picture, I bet your flat is an Alladins Cave! Do you live on your own? OR is there a Mrs Peasie who also likes to recyle?
Mr E tears off name and address (for shredding) the sticky bit and window, if there is one, go in the bin and the rest in to the recycling bag which is collected every Friday.
Peasie I think we need another picture, I bet your flat is an Alladins Cave! Do you live on your own? OR is there a Mrs Peasie who also likes to recyle?
There is no Mrs Peasie - is it any wonder? I wouldn't want to live with me but I'm stuck with me so can't get out of it. I've never really bothered with the removing of addresses from envelopes. Until the storm of last week when the communal garden at the back has all my paper that didn't get re-used plastered everywhere. Any information to be gleaned on me will be obtainable online so there is nothing new in my bins. Nothing personal goes in the recycling bin. I mean, any utility bills I keep, bank & credit card statements. The only things that go in there with my name on them are personalised junk mail.
I now have eight of these "pads" hanging up in my kitchen so any time I need to take a note there should always be at least one I can easily grab.
My shopping list will have looked quite funny tonight to the person scanning the items. 23 tins of soup, 6 cans of sweetcorn, 8 bags of pasta shells but the remainder of the shopping was just like a normal weeks shop. Because the soup, sweetcorn and pasta were on special offer so I bought a few weeks worth at once. My new plan to beat inflation.
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Mr E tears off name and address (for shredding) the sticky bit and window, if there is one, go in the bin and the rest in to the recycling bag which is collected every Friday.
Me too, but in addition I tear off postage stamps and take them to me Mum. I think she sends them to Blue Peter - still hoping for her first badge at 73.
Mr E tears off name and address (for shredding) the sticky bit and window, if there is one, go in the bin and the rest in to the recycling bag which is collected every Friday.
Me too, but in addition I tear off postage stamps and take them to me Mum. I think she sends them to Blue Peter - still hoping for her first badge at 73.
I notice the majority of stamps these days don't have any (visible) marks on them to prevent them being re-used. Makes me wonder what's going on. I think the local church in my old village used to collect the stamps off of envelopes. I don't know why or even if they still do it.
And now for another "recycling" tip - screw the lids off of jars to the undersides of wooden shelves (in a shed or garage), using a couple of screws so they don't move round. Then you can screw a jar up into place for holding various small items.
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I don't think there is a local freebie paper any more. Or if there is it doesn't get delivered to Peasie Towers. The shed and garage reference was for the normal people of this forum. If I had said about jars screwed to wooden shelves in kitchen it might have sounded a bit weird. Just noticed there is a bag of marbles hanging on the wall in my kitchen. Obviously an Ebay purchase - just wonder what I was actually looking for when I bought them. The marbles have been there for years, it's just that this was the first I noticed them when I went to look and see what I had in my jars. Don't know why I need nails and bolts in my kitchen. And given the amount of times I have used the nails and bolts I don't know why I have the nails and bolts in the first place.
Don't worry folks - there's only another 5 posts of inane drivel to go - then I can start on the next 1,000.
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If you're going a bit grey on top like me, save the juice from jars of beetroot for a cheaper alternative to hair dye.
Actually Peasie i have lids screwed to the underneath of a shelf in what is called "the gas cupboard" in my hallway. It seems the original owners of the house some 60 odd years ago had the same idea as you, only trouble is i can't find any jars to fit the lids. My wife keeps screws and nails "in case you need them dear" for me, as if i should be let loose with a hammer or screwdriver!
In my parents' house there is "the electric cupboard" under the stairs where at one time weird and wonderful objects were kept. Wooden tennis rackets held in weird contraptions that you would tighten wingnuts.
Kind of like the one above - except I'm sure the ones we had would have wingnuts on each corner.
Or they would have a plastic cover on them which we would unzip and put on our head and pretend we were the Pope.
The electric cupboard was also the home of the hoover.
And talking of nails and screws which I will likely never use. My "odds and ends drawer". There's actually four of them.
The more observant will notice the use of yet more cardboards boxes cut down to size and the smallest size milk cartons having their life extended.
-- Edited by Peasie on Tuesday 17th of January 2012 01:12:42 PM
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I've just got to tell this story about someone I once played tennis against. (It was the same person that helped soundproof a room with egg cartons for anyone that remembers). When we were in primary school this person would wear welly boots ALL the time. Even in summer. The only time he didn't wear welly boots was on the tennis court and that's only because you weren't allowed to. One day at the height of summer I was playing against him. It was boiling hot. I was wearing a tee shirt. He was complaining about it being too hot. I suggested he take off his grey school jumper which he did and underneath was an identical grey school jumper.
We were a bad tempered lot on the tennis court. It was not unusual to see wooden tennis rackets being smashed against the ground or against the court roller. Or thrown from one end of the court, over the net, to the other end of the court. Or even worse thrown over the 20 foot high mesh fence out the court. One one of these occasions my opponent hit his racket against the ground. It bounced into the air and when it landed on the ground again, it landed on its edge. The chances of that happening must be greater than that of being struck by lightening on the same day you won the lottery.
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Fuuny that Peasie, my best mate in school always, no matter the season or the weather had the sleeves of his grey school jumper pushed up above his elbows. One very cold winters day (he never had a coat either) i asked him why he didn't pull his sleeves down to keep a bit warmer, which he promptly did and they moved about an inch past his elbow. At that age and time i fell on the floor laughing, now i think it would probably shock me somewhat. To think, your friend had a spare jumper my friend could have used lol.
There used to be a documentary series about one of the London borough councils environmental teams, in particular a running battle they had with a character called Mr Trebus. He hoarded everything. You couldn't get in his house, even the garden was full up. The council tried many times to get the place cleared but Mr Trebus managed to repel all boarders, even to the point of dismantling scaffolding that the council had erected to carry out emergency public safety repairs to his house. He was such a character that the tv channel made a seperate documentary series, just about him.
I often think about Mr Trebus, and when ever I find myself saying "it'll come in useful one day", the object of my attention goes straight in the bin/ recycling
I need to go down to Specsavers and pick up my glasses when I return I'll tell a couple more stories about my duplicate jumper wearing friend. He's quite a talented artist - I think that's how he makes his living. But at school we were asked to paint a portrait of the person opposite us. He was hopeless at it. So bad, the teacher thought he was taking the (I'll leave this bit out - bot options are not very PC these days) because he was so talented at drawing buildings and boats. Not surprising as his father owned a yacht and was an architect. Was? I should have said still is despite being in his eighties.
Back to my own recycling madness. No so much recycling - more hoarding maybe. When I was very young there was this battered old suitcase I really liked. Not like modern ones this was a stiff board/leather type thing. But come jumble sale time my mother decided it was time for it to go. She wasn't too impressed when I went to the jumble sale on the Saturday and bought it back.
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A couple more stories on this "character" I knew from school.
Myself and another friend used to have paper rounds with rival shops. Come to think of it I had two paper rounds - one for weekdays and one for the weekend. I doubt that would be allowed these days. We were up very early in the morning (again - probably earlier than would be allowed these days). Our two different routes used to meet near this other person's house. Every school morning we'd bang on his bedroom window to waken him up - much to his annoyance. One morning he got his revenge on us. He'd rigged up some contraption using the motor from some electrical object (an old record player, toy car - who knows). He would have a switch next to his bed so that when we banged on the window he'd switch the motor on which in turn tipped a bucket of water over the pair of us and soaked us. His house was on the one level with a flat roof (though the new owners have since added another level to it). I think his father may have helped him with the contraption. I don't think we woke him after that.
Another of his contraptions involved the engine from a hand held gardening cultivator. Remember when you were young and made "bogies" or carts out of planks of wood and pram wheels and you'd steer the thing at the front with your feet or using string attached to the wheels at the front. Well, he went one better and powered his using the petrol engine from the cultivator. His father was heard suggesting to him "Put a roof on it, Ally" and this phrase has stuck with him ever since some 30 plus years on.
EDIT : In case people are wondering, and they click on the recent posts and see all this drivel, they are in the "Introductions and Time Out" section. It's not meant to be bookkeeping related.
-- Edited by Peasie on Tuesday 17th of January 2012 05:00:44 PM
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