Degrees of disorganisation

[sawyl]

Searching for my degree certificates this morning I found: one sensibly tucked away in the draw of my desk; one very casually jammed in the stack of junk I use as a substitute for a bedside table (other contents of the pile include a very old telephone book, a folder full of recipes cut from the newspaper, a set of essays on phenomenology); and one which that eluded me until early afternoon, when I troubled myself to apply the art of memory to the problem, whereupon I realised it was in the top left-hand draw of my desk in Coventry.

I think I need a new filing system.