Ahem ...

Once upon a time, in an office, in la-la land, there was a file

It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small; it was a neat and tidy, well groomed file that had it's own rightfull place in the good order of office life

One bright sunny day, it found it's self wedged between a waste paper basket and a desk : "have i missed the bin or have i just been misplaced ?" it wondered

Another day passed, then another

No-one came to fetch it ...

It didn't particularly mind being left alone and un-sollicited, after all, it thought, it was one of the file familly, it was part of the fixtures and fittings, so to say, and surely it would be missed - us files exist for a purpose, it reasoned

And yet ...

Another day passed, then another ...

Soon, a week, then a month, then a whole semester went by !

And still the file hadn't been retrieved

Naturally enough, the file started to fret and to worry : maybe it was to be jetisoned like the other insignificant and meaningless little files that we often laugh about disparagingly in the bar after work

One day, the file awoke from a troubled slumber to find that was accompanied by another file -there were now two of them, ominously housed betwen the waste paper basket and the desk

"Crikey" it shuddered, "We've both been placed next to the bin for a reason. We must be for the chop ... we're going to be gobbled up by the great shredder on the ground floor"

Within a few hours, two files had become four, then six, then ten ... at the end of the day, there was a whole pile of different coloured files with dog eared corners, dusty covers and wrinkled up pages crammed between the wastepaper basket and the desk

A dark and forebidding night descended upon the now growing clan of nervous files

The next morning, in a swirl of fire and brimstone, Marge the high priestess of the accounts department appeared and in a baleful voice summonsed "where are the un-classified conventions de formation ?"

With a quick step and a high jump, and to squeals of delight from all concerned, Marge single handedly released the unfortunate groupe from their perilous situation.

After a quick spruce up, the assmbled files found themselves neatly arranged in their correct cabinets where they all lived happily ever after

THE END


So there you have it then, dear patient reader of one : you have born witness to the shame of my laziness

During the slowest week of the year, where there have been no calls, no visitors, no e-mails ... only the sound of * crickets *

Whereas i'd intended to while away the hours playing card games, Marge was busy chasing up the unpaid bills and so came accross my own little pile of dossiers that since the month of March i just couldn't be arsed to file away ...

* crickets *

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