It is a feature of modern life that there is too much paperwork. My guess is that nearly everyone feels the same. Even if not working at a paid job, people are still assailed with junk mail dropping through letter-boxes. There are ways and means to cut down the mountain of paper adverts, but that does not help the continually growing pile of information that is thrust at us. I often feel as if my head is not big enough to hold it all. Things drop out. Does this signal the beginning of a happy old age? Or is it just that I need lessons in setting worthwhile priorities? My suspicion is that it is a bit of both. Ah well! Happy weekend.
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages