It's Tuesday and the recycling bin's already too full to receive my handful of waste paper. In part this is because Kevin the van driver, as well as shipping round thousands of books, boxes of stationery, odd bits of furniture and the occasional librarian, is now also having to pick up each and every library's waste paper for bringing back here to fill up the recycling bin.
"I don't know why they don't just have this bloody thing go on a tour of the provinces,"
I mutter darkly as I kick the bin.
"Aaargh!" cries out the Acq. Team as one, "don't say it! Not even in jest!"
Apparently, some of our finest brains have already suggested this.