The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 6)

My Name on a List

A pile of rotas
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of or left behind. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

It was time for the new rotas for intercessors, scripture readers, and chalice bearers at church this morning. For the first time in a long time, there wasn’t one waiting for me to collect…

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 5)

My Written Caution

the word caution written on a scrap of paper and blu-tacked to a wall
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of or left behind. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

After a particularly funny bout of cussing each other out, my boss threatened to fire me (again). I suggestd that that was a little bit harsh and the above was promptly written on a scrap of paper. It’s taken pride of place on the office wall ever since.

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 4)

The Keys to the Kingdom

key with funny
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of or left behind. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

Today, I handed in the key card for access to the building and left behind my office key. I kept the key-fob though, I don’t want to be subjecting anybody else to that kind of negativity.

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 3)

Two Good Spoons

bar code scanner in front of a PC that has some trunking holding a desert spoon and a teaspoon for easy access
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of or left behind. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

I have no further use for this bar code scanner and, besides, it belongs to work. I won’t miss the semi-regular having to disable and re-enable it through the device manager settings to get it to work but its been part of my working daily life for a long, long time – wooden Harry Potter scar and all. The trunking holding the spoons, on the other hand, is a genius idea and one that I’d be happy to add to my list of inventions. Still, there’ll be a drawer full of cutlery at the new place and the “two good spoons” can be retained by a successor.

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 2)

Bag of coffee closed with a purple folding bulldog clip
In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the last post).

Purple Coffee Clip of Caffeinated Freshness
This purple clip turned up at work holding together a bunch of papoers that were destined for the shredder and was quickly given the new and vital job of holding my coffee bags closed and as air-tight as could be managed. It has also served to identify my coffee in an increasingly filled fridge. I’ll be leaving it behind to carry on its roll for whoever uses the most coffee at the Religious Resources Centre…

The Small Things We Leave Behind (Part 1)

Personalised Marmite Jar reading Timbo

In the run up to the rapidly approaching move, there are several things that have become part of my life for the past few years that there’s no longer any call for and which must regretfully be got rid of. I thought it might be fun to share some of them (this might be the only post).

First up: this personalised Marmite jar, given to me by a friend a few Christmases ago, and kept topped up in the kitchen at work ever since. It’s much smaller than the jar I use at home and I don’t need to identify my condiments and spreads in my own house.