creative filing
I will never be organised and it will be the bane of my life.
Surprisingly I don’t have one of those overloaded folders at the back of the wardrobe full of useful things like P45s and old payslips.
Last night on the phone to my mum I leaned out the window for some air, glanced down and saw my passport carefully jammed down the side of the radiator. I’m in the process of renewing it, so if I hadn’t happened to look down there I’d have no idea where I’d “put” it and be fucked.
Wish me luck
June 22, 2009 at 8:44 pm
You sound like my son. I found a maraca under my husband’s swivel chair, I find things stuffed under the sofa cushions – you know bricks and the like and his magnetic lovely sticker for the radiator was stuffed down behind it. All the funnier because none of these things are “filed” anywhere over three feet up. You get down on the floor, at the level where you can see under tables, chairs and beds and the world is suddenly a place of wonder, filled with the treasure of lost things…
If it’d had been me, I’d have seen the passport there three years ago and left it there because that way, I would remember where it was.
Cheers
BC