Looking upwards from my old wooden chair, I stared out of a small pair of windows, there were six small pains of glass the dimensions of which must have been six centre meters squared. There was an average sized Christmas bauble hanging directly from the centre of the beam directly in front of the minute window.. God knows why it was there, it had been there each time I had visited. I then begun to look around this low lit room that was absent of light purely because of the tiny window. All the shelves rammed full of a rather unusual filing system, one created by the mind or character that had no sense of order. The yellow and red files were faded and well worn, dusty and completely irrelevant. To my surprise a rather magnificent pheasant that seemed to have been placed on the wall outside caught my full attention. Now ignoring the sound of the lady sitting beside me, I sit gazing out of the window directly opposite.