Showing posts with label Clutter. Public shame. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clutter. Public shame. Show all posts

Thursday, 20 November 2008

The Promise

Sandra of Tales From Sandra`s Scribbles has asked in her latest entry:

"Do you have something unusual on your computer desk?"

I’ve taken inspiration from her and had a look at my desk. All I can see is an unbearable mess.



It is easier to say what’s usual rather than unusual! An old plastic duck dressed up as a policeman with motorbike next to it. A jar with pink-coloured salt (my daughter’s own Christmas present to me when she was six). Old mobile phone covers for a mobile phone I gave away months, if not years ago. A box of fluffy mini Easter chicks. An anti-stress ball (a freebie from Clinique). A dried-up nail polish bottle (French manicure, though). Castle Howard paper cups (an odd souvenir?). Hello Kitty purse with Ipod inside (I think...) And piles and piles of papers. What a mess.


The problem is that I’m always so busy finishing work, getting some new, running after kids and husband and tiding up the rest of the house that my desk is always like this. Also, everybody chucks anything on top of my desk! I sometimes wonder how I can work in this condition. The truth is - I block it out, I do not look on the right or on the left, just straight into my computer screen.


But now I've taken a decision. Too much is too much. This needs to end. That’s why I have published this photo, to exposed myself to public ridicule, public shame. I cannot go back now. So I have to find a remedy. It’s a promise. I will tidy up before Christmas, and in this year 2008. I will publish another photo when everything is spic&span. Brownie's honour!