As an archivist I know the value of storing important documents; as I person with a real life I am a lot more cavalier and have the devil may care approach to filing. Did you know that was the title of the 36th James Bond novel written by Sebastian Faulks? No, neither did I! Did anyone tell Ian Fleming? The Devil May Care bit, not the filing.
Form filling day three… and counting… now I need my last three payslips, an up-to-date utility bill AND a passport. I am a little at sea, to say the least. Somewhere in this small house there might be a passport, as for the rest, I did have a small, and a surprisingly difficult to light, bonfire at the bottom of the garden just the other day. Perhaps not the right thing to have done under the circumstances.
So form filling is becoming part of my daily routine. Everyone seems to want account numbers: NI numbers, telephone numbers, serial numbers, ISBNs, irrational numbers, rational numbers and now it seems they are also including complex numbers. This does not sit well on a poet’s shoulders.
When “If you don’t know how to do long division now Abegail, you never will” rattles in the back of my head every time I try to do a simple multiplication, putting down sequences in the right order (and yes, they mean in the right order and not just some approximation) I can feel myself start to scream.
Is the new house worth all this?