Squatters' Rights (Part Two)

So yesterday I made a blatant bid for sympathy by telling you the shocking news that I don't have a desk at work. This evening I'm milking it for all I'm worth by telling you I don't even have a cupboard or a drawer to call my own, all my crap lives in a boxfile. A boxfile, I tells you. Everybody say, aw.

I cleared out my boxfile tonight and realised my crap goes right back to emails from 2007! Maybe it's a good job I don't have a desk afrer all, I'd only fill it full of even more crap.