Simple solutions

I’d been having frustrating difficulty finding a valuable document in my cosy and a tad cluttered flat. No wonder then that the little piece of paper was one of the first things I thought of when I woke up and opened one of my eyes this morning. Then, either out of mindless desperation or as a stroke of genius*, I lowered one of my arms to a small, irregularly shaped heap situated right next to my bed, and - one of my eyes still shut, the other one looking at the ceiling and expressing serene resignation to the providence - I let it rummage through the assorted items below**. And, would you believe it, one of the first things my hand encountered, as it was to turn out when I synchronised my eyes with my hand, was that desired piece of paper, worth £30 or so.

 

 

 

 

*a stroke of genius, after all (always give credit where credit is due)

**a book or two on wine, one clean sock, one semi-clean sock, lots of letters from various useless – and absolutely inefficient, judging by the tonnage of paper they have to keep sending to me -  authorities, an outrageously sexy black studded high heel shoe***, an empty Willie’s Cacao chocolate box**** and a few others.

***this is a bit embarrassing; I’ll explain everything on some other occasion.

****this deserves a separate post, and will immediately get one.