Hi, my name is Lisa and I'm an administrative disaster.

We're drowning in papers. It's a neverending fight against a tide of bills, statements, accounts, art work, newspapers, and other documents.

Last night I counted the number of locations around the house where you might find yourself involved in an ugly administrative encounter.

My bedside drawer. Currently tied up with string to circumvent administrative assistance from Daniel.
Peter's bedside drawer. Not secured against Daniel, hence risky.
Peter's clothes shelves. Out of Daniel's reach, hence safe, yet non-intuitive.
My bathroom drawer. I don't know why, either.
The dining room sideboard. Angie's paper dumping ground. Recently also tied up with string and hence rendered temporarily less accessible.
The kitchen drawer. Angie, when desperate.
The kitchen counter. Truly non-optimal.
The bowl. Really attractive, though sadly no longer visible, bowl bought last year on the Midlands Meander.
The alleged in-tray. Though to get to it you have to unlock a door, walk across a courtyard, and unlock a gate and another door.
Version 2 of the in-tray. A plastic packet, whereabouts presently unknown, filled by Peter to alleviate pressure on the in-tray.
The filing cabinet. Yes, really. Though to get to it you have to unlock a door, walk across a courtyard, unlock a gate and another door, and navigate past a sea of toys and a large pile of papers (circa 1988).
Version 2.1 of the in-tray. The bottom drawer of the filing cabinet (sans actual files) - again courtesy of Peter.
The Drawer. Predecessor of all the above locations. Still utilised from time to time for old times sake.

Last night I got very depressed about it all. Seems like we'll never get on top of it. I waste so much time trying to find things. Last night I searched for speeding ticket number 5 (I'm improving though - haven't had a new one for weeks now!) for about 2 hours, and eventually gave up.

I'll just have to keep it all in perspective. At least we have our health. Actually we're so unfit it's just not funny, but that's for another time.

From Peter: Your filing's not ok, and my filing's not ok, but that's ok.