ho ho - the birthday party

no wee note on reception this morning! back in the basement - result! and best of all?

a pile of file requests, as long as your arm. page after page. so i took the bull by the horns and went to see my supervisor. i showed him the list and asked how he felt about me being there all week.

and guess what? i got the nod.

so i hammered it all morning. attacked that mound of papers and gaping files that filled the back room down there. i even found where the smell was coming from.

because most of the floor was devoted to this mountain of paper, i first pulled out all the files i could find and arranged them into order. after that, it was just stacking the individual sheets of paper by case number.

as i dug through the heap, it became more and more obvious that whoever had put so much care and attention into the filing down Here had been tossing food-detritus into the heap, too.

empty sandwich-casings 'n' crusts, apple cores and orange peels wizened and rock-hard.

there were also things that looked like sausages. thin cylinders with ragged ends. i couldn't figure out what they were, just threw them in the bin-bag anyway.

by about half-eleven, i'd made quite a serious dent in the mess. the floor wasn't cleared, by any stretch of the imagination, but it now looked more like a room full of papers, rather than a mountain.

so i decided to stop for the day. and focus on what was more important. like texting Ms Simone and tam.

tam's joined the Female Supremacy group and we were discussing something we'd seen on there. the photos posted by males trying to hook a Mistress. naked or pretty much naked blokes, usually kneeling, with abuse written on their chests.

i spent the afternoon texting and e-mailing, making the odd run upstairs to the pigeon-holes with files i'd found.