Storytime

Yep, this writing business is a definite case of snakes and ladders. A few good throws and you move forward, then you land on the slippery snake that takes you backwards. Take a 'normal' - I will use that word lightly- writing day for me. So I settle myself at the computer (which so many days is a miracle in itself) ...but what's this? The sun is shining. And there is a load of washing to do... So I put a load of washing on. As I wander past the kitchen, notice the crumbs from this morning's breakfast. Time to give the bench a quick wipe down...which turns into having another slice of toast (let's face it, the marmalade is really very good). Which of course means more wiping down of bench. But finally settle myself down at the keyboard when there is the beep beep indicating the washing machine has finished. Time to hang out a basket of washing, and put on a second load. Serious business. Back at the computer, and I begin. Words are tripping lightly...a...

This is hard to say....very hard to say....but here goes..... my desk is a mess. There, it's said...in black and white...out there for others to know my shame. As you all know by now I am a list girl- and top of that list for the past umpteenth years has been DECLUTTER AND TIDY MY DESK. I do have visions of a desk area looking vaguely like this... Actually my desk could NEVER look anything like that- it's just not in my personality to be so minimal. But I aim to have at least a part of my desk visible under the piles of accumulated crap ...er I mean stuff. ...no I mean 'important' papers. I do clean up my desk area...occasionally. When the guilt becomes so thick that it strangles me...or when I can't find the computer. And it looks nice, for a day...two at the max...then somehow these tiny gremlins come out at night and ....heh presto...back to chaos. I will say now that this----points to picture above- is NOT my desk. However I feel that this i...