I am now back and feeling par-cooked; I am grimy and stink of paper smoke. However, there is something quite purifying in torching all that paper. The cleansing fire, raging through old bills and dead cheque books with an all-consuming hunger. I have another 12 boxes to get through - this will be for another day (or two!!).
"It was a pleasure to burn" Ray Bradbury: Farenheit 451.