Monday, 9 January 2012
I am doing my filing.
This is one of the worst jobs in the world, and takes forever, but it Must Be Done. My desk was almost buckling under the heaps of papers waiting to be put neatly away into new folders marked Pensions, Pets, Insurance, Instructions. And more.
I'd reached the stage where I couldn't put it off any longer, or it would take over the house and I would have television crews beating a path to my door to film me as I crawl through my home along narrow channels and tunnels of letters, papers, agreements and guarantees, weeping about where it all went wrong.
I had to start by thinning out the stuff already filed - so many useless, out of date papers taking up room! And with the old over-stuffed filing cabinet left behind in Newcastle, the same old dross got bundled into drawers and carrier bags, and have remained there ever since we arrived here, while new papers arrived in the post almost daily. The paperless society? Ha!
Many folders have been emptied. What had once bulged out of a bulky 2-drawer filing cabinet has been condensed into one of these neat little stackable boxes, a box file and a cheerful pink folder. Another stackable box is empty and ready for future use.
I haven't done this unaided. A wood burner is a wonderful filing asset, requiring as it does a layer of crumpled paper beneath the kindling to be set alight.
And the cats have supervised throughout, and made sure that I stayed on task. They know me too well.
Stern looks from Catkin and Lottie produced results. Next, the Christmas decorations, the books, the clothes, the kitchen utensils....
Posted by rachel at 18:47