Stationery to Stationery

According to a recent poll, stationery is the 41st thing that Britons love the most. In my book, I’d place it considerably higher. There really is not many better feelings than the smell of punched paper (or is that paper punched?) first thing in the morning.

What’s not to like about stationery? Pencils with tiny rubbers, shatterproof rulers and a compass to arc and map the page; just like being on a boat only without the waves or the sea legs.

Another reason for the love affair with merchandise office supplies is that much the same as office affairs, eventually it will reach the terminus. Stationery is mortal and for that we have the utmost sympathy and empathy.

The little sharpener loses its edge and can only cut random slices out of the pencil.

The rubber will erase itself and turn into disappearing ink.

Old files are given the medieval treatment at the teeth of the shredder

The Tipp-Ex bottle runs out of fluid and more urban correction methods are used.

Modernists write their missives on machines leaving foolscap and his papermates to fade away.