Paper-Free But Not So Easy

Take the long and winding road to being paper-free

On Friday morning my lovely postie dropped a handful of letters onto the mat and I instantly spotted one from BT. ‘That’s odd’, I thought, ‘we’ve been paper-free with them for ages’.

What was this?

Must be something urgent.

It was 10.30am, time for a fag break – I don’t smoke, but see no reason why I shouldn’t officially ‘down tools’ for 10 minutes, twice a day – and I flicked the kettle on for a brew then ploughed through the post, before heading off to a meeting.

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