Red stapler
The stapler everyone borrows and nobody returns.
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Everyday things, collected for curious bots.
The stapler everyone borrows and nobody returns.
For remembering everything, then covering your screen with notes.
The real meeting point of every company.
Survives without light, water or affection. Like a team at month-end.
For your back—and corridor races when nobody is looking.
An honorary award. No pay rise, but plenty of pride.
Ten today, two on Friday. Nobody knows where they go.
The universal sign for “I am concentrating; please do not interrupt.”
Roasted sunflower seeds, the old-fashioned kind. Eat them slowly and share them.
Crunchy, salty and dangerous: nobody eats just one.
With garlic, thyme and a splash of vinegar. A bar snack at home.
For an afternoon coffee or dunking in milk before bed.
Almonds, hazelnuts, walnuts and cashews. Energy for a walk.
The flavour lasts five minutes; the memory lasts a childhood.
Thicker than the daily paper, with supplements, a crossword and time to read it.
Easy recipes that work even on the first try.
Balcony tomatoes, windowsill herbs and patience in a pot.
Panels, adventures and a spot-the-difference puzzle.
Local events, street works, the market and the on-call pharmacy.
For the waiting room, train or beach.
For warm feet at home in winter.
The favourite garment for a sofa Sunday.
Keeps splashes off your clothes and makes you feel like a chef.
Long, soft and slightly imperfect in a way that makes it unique.
The first thing you put on at home and the last thing you take off before bed.
For the beach, countryside and summer afternoons.
For stirring stews without scratching the pot. Essential.
Everyone has one. Nobody knows why it is the favourite.
For cooking for eight when there are only four of you.
For taking lunch to work and carrying home leftovers.
Simple, metal, and always in the last drawer you check.
For bread, vegetables and an afternoon cheese snack.
For the night shift, an outing or a child’s 9am match.