... Yesterday I burnt about 5kg of kiloware rejects. They've been building up over the past 6 months ...
My hero !!!
... if they are not torn or discoloured they are use to someone ... one mans rubbish is another mans treasure ...
Let us judge favorably, and ass-u-me that "kiloware rejects" does not
mean sound stamps. This is not a stretch.
Let us also allow for the geographic issue.
I've lived in places where fallen coconuts lay about, often on the edges of parking lots, where they would sprout a seedling even though they were sitting on pavement.
Now I live (if you can call it living) in a place where people pay a fortune for genuine coconut water which, a recent test revealed, tastes just as awful as I remember. ... but you can live on it, to borrow a phrase.
And I also live in a place where there is an ocean-full of philatelic flotsam & jetsam, sloshing from hand-to-hand. Give this gift to someone, and they might waste hours (that they could have spent, say, learning math or visiting shut-ins) putting it up for sale on eBay
(At NAPEX, one of the charities to which folks recommend donating 'your duplicates' had cartons & cartons of the stuff for ready sale at truly bargain prices ... and very few takers.)Today, philatelically,
I am putting together a small batch of hand-painted FDCs with which to tempt an innocent child into drawing on other FDCs that every collector & dealer I have ever met would consider uncollectable (as is).
As she plays the cello, I will also include a framed complete minisheet of a suitable stamp from Guernsey.
It is likely to suffer from severe seasonal humidity, and be lost to philately forever.
/s/ ikeyPikey (and his clear conscience)