I just read something on SofP’s blog which said, “pick up the nearest book to you and turn to page eighteen…” It was a bit of fun, but in doing it I suddenly noticed the amount of stuff on my desk.

If FlyLady was to come here it would be dusters at ten paces. If I’m honest I like my clutter, (please note if you call it clutter it makes it OK, only FlyLady prophets call it mess). Living in an old house means clutter adds character, but living in a small, old house (though perfectly formed) means there aren’t the places to stuff the clutter anyway. So here are the essentials which adorn my desk as I write. N.B. Minimalists may find the following disturbing.

Laptop computer: Used to watch the news, watch DVD’s, listen to the radio, listen to CD’s and all the other net stuff.

Land phone: The most basic model available but still looks like the flight deck of concord. I don’t know how to use any of the functions because I don’t want to.

Cell phone:

My appointment book for work:

A freezer bag:

My wallet:

“The Echo” – Minette Walters:

“El Diario De Bridget Jones” – Helen Fielding (translated into Spanish by Néstor Busquets)

“Maybe The Moon” – Armistead Maupin

CD’s – “Queer As Folk” soundtrack, “Il Divo”, “Ojú”, “Songs In The Key Of Life” (mostly put back into their cases)

Moroccan pot: Contains all those things which might make the place look untidy.

Large clock in oak case:

Bonsai tree: Looking sick

An orchid: Looking healthy

Lamp: Oak spindle

Figure of a Japanese fisherman:

Cup of coffee: Hot

Cup of tea: Cold

I have no idea what the freezer bag is doing on the desk, so in an attempt at Neo Minimalism I will bin it. There, tidy now.