of scraps of paper, calendars, diaries and lists. Nothing has convinced me that the computer is any help with this sort of thing, so I'm doing it the old-fashioned way. At least the historians and archaeologists of the future will be left with something readable. I bought the most fantastic pocket-filing-cabinet sort of thing the other day, clear plastic with six coloured separators. Just the job for carting all my rubbish around in. I do like a good piece of stationery. The weather is turning distinctly cold, and my mind turns to my collapsing heating system. Why does everything to do with heating systems cost car prices?