|This is not me - but this how exhausted I felt after tidying up.|
Today I helped the old man with his paperwork. He had left the door to the office open with piles of papers on his desk. I went to investigate. It was obvious to someone with my analytical mind that the papers needed rearranging into some kind of logical order.
I sniffed the first pile. They smelled papery. I sniffed a second pile. They smelled papery too. As did the third, fourth and fifth pile.
They obviously needed filing together under Smells Papery. So I knocked them all to the floor, where they lay in one big heap.