A WOMAN who enjoys stationery as an abstract, decorative concept has been disgusted to see it being used for its assigned purpose.

Publishing editor Emma, not her real name, who regularly treats herself to a new notebook with vellum pages and places it on view with the others, was sickened when she saw a friend brazenly crack the spine of a journal then deface it with handwriting.

She said: “Why? When those pages were all lovely and blank?

“Next she’ll start carrying it around with her, using it willy-nilly, getting its pages all crinkled and bent like a common slut. My notepads stay at home, safe from the horrors of callous biros.

“That book could have been anything. A wellness journal, a travel diary, a novel or a screenplay or just a list of things to be grateful for, written in lovely script with a fountain pen. Now it’s apparently noting down songs she likes, no better than a phone.

“Does she know how many notebooks I’ve had to throw away because I foolishly wrote something on the first few pages and ruined it? They should be kept virgin and beautiful.”

Friend Francesca, not her real name, said: “Also, I scuff up the edge of rubbers by using them and sit on decorative cushions. Watch out, motherf**kers.”