eww!

Yesterday I cleaned out my study. I do this periodically, usually when the pile of papers on my desk has reached about one foot high and have then spread themselves onto the floor. My husband, who likes things neat, rarely sets foot inside. It's a great hiding place for yet to be given presents.

Anyway, I was a little over zealous with the cleaning and discovered within about ten minutes of my recycling box being emptied into the large yellow bin outside that a somewhat crucial piece of paper had disappeared, presumably into the bin. It was cold and dark, so I waited til this morning, put some gloves on and dug through the bin. Thankfully it didn't take too long to find and the smell was only mildly disgusting.

All in all I think this is a sign that I ought to clean less.