"Every day," goes the slogan of one of the very first self-help books, "in every way, things are getting better and better."
Which makes I suppose for a Perfect Death.
Never mind. There is a lot of sludge in my past which still needs to be discarded. For example lots and lots of no-longer needed paper.
So, I decided last week to revive a previously abandoned resolution to do 20 minutes filing a day. It's a pity the shredder is jammed - to destroy details of my identity on 3 year old credit card statements.
Still, this morning I have managed 36 minutes of filing - without getting a migraine.
Progress or what?
