The Barn On A Farm

Today was spent on a farm in a barn in Essex. I was helping my parents sort out boxes (and I emphasise the use of the plural form for boxes) of files, deciding which ones should be sent for storage and which ones could be incinerated. We spent hours there (again I emphasise the use of plural) and it was freezing cold as, unsurprisingly, the barn didn't have central heating (I feel sorry for any animals that used to be housed there before it started being used for storage purposes).

It was funny seeing the names of some of my parents clients from the past. Who would have thought my parents would have acted for 'the recently deceased son of Harold Bishop in Neighbours' David Bishop and my personal favourite, Bridget Jones. And people think they're fictional characters!

My parents also discovered one of my 'booklets' that I made when I was nine (I dated it for some reason). Don't know how it got in with their files. But its only allowed to be seen by me or Nicola apparently (those are the rules written on the book by Alex Me (for some reason I felt the need to write me straight after my name in case the reader, ie. me or Nicola, didn't realise who Alex was)), so sorry any other potential readers.

So that was my day, moving around boxes in a barn on a farm. And unfortunately we still have about a quarter of the original amount of boxes to sort through.