Beautiful Bisley

I have a new love in my life, a love that I have nurtured in secret for many years, afraid to reveal it to the world. I have now decided to 'come out' and confess that I am having a relationship with Bisley.
Bisley is my new filing cabinet, something that I have yearned for since I first realised they existed, and that should have been made extinct in this computer age but is still going strong.My Bisley is smooth and black and sits proudly behind me in my not-so-huge living room,being fed with all the accumulated papers of my life. Like a contented hamster, he stores all I give him until required at a later date. I am strangely and rather worryingly happy to have Bisley guarding my back.
In the other corner, growling and snarling, is whS. whS is not happy to see Bisley. whS EATS paper, and I have been feeding him rather too regularly lately, and then regretting it. What can you do, when you discover that you have fed to whS a cheque, or your latest payslip? NOTHING! The deed is done, and your cheque is now in shreds in a little bucket. whS knows that, in future, papers will go to Bisley first, and may not be fed to him for YEARS, when they are very old, and have lost their flavour. I quite expect Bisley and whS to have a fight one of these nights.

Not wishing to sound like my sister (see her blog In My Day) I would imagine that my love of keeping papers for ever stems from a little known incident about my father. Daddy had signed up, in his youth, for a lifetime membership of the National Union of Journalists (NUJ). He kept the membership details stuffed in a drawer somewhere until one day he saw an article about a small housing complex reserved exclusively for NUJ members and their spouses. Looking for somewhere to live as the lease expired on our big house, he was delighted by this news, and retrieved from the abyss his NUJ membership details. Hey Presto, he got a nice wee bungalow in Dorking for a nice wee rent, where he and Mamma lived out their days.

So I do tend to keep papers rather longer than most, and still have a few payslips from my work at the DPB, which I left in 1995, my divorce papers from Dave (1976) and Nick (1994) and a whole box-full of Jacob's drawings from when he was 2 years old. You never know when these things might be useful!!