Nope, not what you might first think--not toilet paper. Newspaper.
Yes, I still subscribe to a hard copy edition of The Vancouver Sun that's delivered here just about every morning. But I also am the recipient of a couple of other papers, shared by a friend after she's read them for herself.
Today I decided it was time to wash the windows, and I remain a proponent of the vinegar and newsprint school of doing this job.
The Sun was fine, no streaks or smears; so was The Globe and Mail. But oh dear, the New York Times -- it broke apart into tiny shreds that would be great for making papier-mache, but not good at all for washing windows.
Some days we discover things we never dreamed of, and this day was one of those. Hardly earth-shaking, but fun.
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