Like most men I can’t find anything that’s not left in its proper place. I could look high up or low down until I’m blue in the face for a misplaced office file or machine part with no joy. Only for Man Friday, Jason, I’d find nothing in the workshop.

Can I find the Easi Singles cheese slices in the fridge? Not a chance, whereas Mrs P can tell me from upstairs where they are.

You see, Mrs P is the complete opposite. Her filing system is not sophisticated and revolves around handbags, shopping bags and drawers, all stuffed to the gunnels. Yet if I ask her for a birth cert or Billy’s vaccination record, NASA wouldn’t find it quicker. Even an obscure item like a pencil sharpener? The very same. It’s an incredible system but it wouldn’t work for me.

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