Storing Paper/Books in loft

[tonytrans]

Reckon it will not catch fire spontaneously but will help things alon quite well if a fire breaks out from other sources. Only my opinion bu why not throw it away? If it is in the loft it means you do not need t look at it. If you do not look at it, you do not need it - go on, b brave, throw away the crap. This of course is unless they are girli mags, in which case construct a small cupboard next to the toilet there are many people on the site who will be happy to advise about th best method of construction

-- tonytrans

[Mary Fisher]

I like your Dad :-)

Mary

[S Viemeister]

So did I. Our dining table was used for all sorts of projects - from designing printed circuits, to electronics assembly (largely HeathKits), to glass-bending, to woodwork...it was also a pattern layout area for sewing projects, among other uses.

Sheila

[Dave Fawthrop]

|Reckon it will not catch fire spontaneously but will help things along |quite well if a fire breaks out from other sources. Only my opinion but |why not throw it away? If it is in the loft it means you do not need to |look at it. If you do not look at it, you do not need it - go on, be |brave, throw away the crap. This of course is unless they are girlie |mags, in which case construct a small cupboard next to the toilet - |there are many people on the site who will be happy to advise about the |best method of construction.

One should keep financial information for seven years, as the paper is evidence if things go wrong.

Now where did I get that seven years from?

[Mary Fisher]

I really think you're younger than me :-)

Mary

[S Viemeister]

Only a bit. Anyway, after 40 or 50, a few years more or less seems much less important.

Sheila

[Mary Fisher]

True, but that 'bit' was significant when we were children. There were a lot of 'advances' in the post war years. Our table had been used for dressmaking all my life though, the distinctive noise of my mother's shears cutting cloth while I played under the table stays with me.

I wonder what memories of our table our children have - perhaps the engine block dumped on it by a friend one Christmas Day, or Spouse welding on it or covered with motor cycle bits or my dissecting bees ...

Still, saves us from dying of boredom!

Mary