Knackered

[davidgillon]

So I've just spent the last eight days, up to seven hours a day, going through my dad's papers.

There may have been occasional cursing.

At one point I was sat on the floor with 40 different piles in front of me as I sorted stuff. I appear to have missed a career in forensic accountancy.

But after two bin bags of shredding and completely exhausting a pack of 100 A4 poly-pockets everything is sorted, filed and the appropriate figures have been sent off to HM's Infernal Revenue and Customs, which is actually a little further than I thought I'd get during the visit.

And I'm knackered.

I've also written about 5,000 words on the novel, which has been comprehensively stalled since everything went pear-shaped in late February, so that's progress on several fronts.

But I've now been away from home for ten weeks so far this year and I'm really, really, looking forward to spending some uninterrupted time there.

Of course I've just been reminded that my own papers could use a good sorting out :(