I have finally started to use my desk. It’s only been sitting there for two months, slowly gathering junk. Now that I have moved the rest of my stuff, it’s now completely full of junk. Squiggle and Scooter seem to think its an intrusion into their play area. The accumulation of paper on top of the desk is only matched by the buildup of toys under it.
On seeing me trying to organise my desk, Hub restarts his one-man crusade for the removal of little cabinet (formerly a hi-fi unit but now minus it’s glass door and now holding an array of A4 lever arch files) from the corner of the dining room. “No one else seems to require that amount of files”
“Ah, yes, but few people have the dedication to paper that I have”