Reading material and printed matter

My mum sends clippings from the UK because let's face it the journalism here is dreadful.
They arrive every few weeks in a mannila envelope labelled Printed Matter.

Well we had a bit of a back log and three arrived at once and we got bogged under and what with one thing and another one envelope got lost under a huge moutain of "To be sorted" on the kitchen table.

Yesterday G tidyed and the package was revealed.

I got home and sat down and Bax brought it to me full of delight, Bax now knows what they are and as they are welcomed with such glee on behalf of myself and G he wants his slice of the hoohaa.

He passed it to me and said it was a parpel from Nana and that we should "Share!"

So we opened it up and I read some articles and gave Bax a glossy inclusion about New Zealand. I read and oohed and ahhed and hahaha'd and Bax pointed at the mountains and the rivers in this glossy bumpf and went "Wow, oooo, Hmmmm".

It's a Soutar family thing I suspect.

When my grandparents came out here on a cargo boat from England in 1951 my Nana had packed away 6 weeks worth of untouched newspapers so my Grandpa would have his morning paper each day even though they were in the middle of the ocean- he would only read unread papers. Imagine.