Always nice to have a record of the mundane stuff, because years later it can be miraculously transformed into something exquisite.
Not absolutely sure that will work with these three pictures of the Evri postage label printer at the Parcelshop around the corner, but who knows.
Best hope: they will remind me of the combined pleasure and slog of sending out copies of my first self-published book, A Speccy Man Has A Breakdown, and the great sense of a connection with readers as named individuals.
The machine is right by the door to the shop. Sometimes I’ve stood there for quite some time, printing lots of labels at once, as other customers file in and out with parcels, prams and whatnot.
Next (above): shove my QR code under the machine’s camera, and wait for the machine to think about it.
As you see, I’ve photographed this so you can’t see the recipient’s address. Let nobody say my blog invades people’s privacy!
Consider this blog post a kind of time capsule, to be assessed only much later.