Bits and Bobs

I am smug today because my office and my desk are tidy.

Sorry I should have warned you, shouldn’t I? I should’ve said ‘turn away now if you don’t want to see a flagrant declaration of smugness.’ Sorry about that.

Just in case I was getting above myself, though, I’ve been whacked back down to earth with the news that the TLC writing holiday isn’t going ahead. I was stupidly sad back in Sept/Oct and out of that misery came the mentoring which is going well… This time I am disappointed but, with the mentoring in place, I’m not foolishly miserable as I might be winging a trip to the UK instead… last two weeks in April … watch this space.)

Husband has been very odd these last few days… If you remember, he issued a request, a while ago, that I not buy any more books until I had inflicted a major dent in my TBR pile. He keeps threatening to come here to my comments and tell you all how many books there are on my pile. He even suggested he might not count them – which would take a while – but he’d invent a silly number to the power of ten, or something. Then at the weekend, he said ‘I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop nagging about the TBR pile if you read ‘A Prayer for Owen Meany’ next.

Huh?

That’s so easy. I’ll read it, then. He could’ve said ‘Running With Scissors’ in which case I’d have to have pretended to read it and keep on hiding the books I’d bought since I promised not to buy any more, just in case he finds me out.

Then he said ‘I tell you what, our copy is in England; I’ll even buy it for you.’

What is going on?

Name and Shame

It's no wonder I'm not getting much done is it?

Look at the state of my desk.

And peek down and notice the stuff under the desk where my legs and feet should be able to stretch out. I'm probably developing DVTs as I type.

Sadly, there's nothing in the Flake tin under the desk.

I'm going to try really hard to clear it all up soon. And then I can come back and post tidy desk pictures.

I wonder what I'll find.


(Daughter came to talk to me after school yesterday. She sat down, peered at my office chair and announced: 'You need to clean your chair. It's got micro-organisms growing on it.')