Paper Mountain

Margaret's anniversary combined with the forthcoming Annual Parochial Church Meeting has made me reflect on something that has surfaced in my mind for quite some time; where exactly are all the old PCC records? We have had four PCC secretaries since I arrived in Swanvale Halt, including Margaret who was just retiring at that time. She handed on to me a vast collection of papers: her husband, who'd died some years before, had been church treasurer at one stage and so there were dual his'n'hers copies of a lot of the records. Eventually those went up to the loft in the church but scanning round the place now I am not entirely sure where they are, and I haven't kept tabs on the location of the more recent ones at all.

Clearing out my study yesterday I realised that a collection of ring-binders underneath a table were in fact a group of PCC records that came from Harriet - or was it Pru? - when she relinquished the role of Secretary. So I can account for those. Meanwhile Darren, the new Secretary, has always preferred digital record-keeping, partly because of health issues that make it sensible to reduce the amount of dust-harbouring paper he might have around the place. But I think there should be hard copies as well, if only because I am supposed to sign the minutes off, and thanks to the dislocations and remote meetings of the last year or so I am not sure what I have physically signed and what I haven't: such is the relief of getting to the end of a rushed Zoom meeting that remembering actually to stick my signature on something at a future point is a demand too far, it seems. I know, gentle reader, that such matters are eye-wateringly dull, but among my many other 'recovery tasks' will be dealing with this!