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I can't believe the mess my desk is in just now. I would photograph it for you all to see, but I am far too embarassed. It is an absolute disgrace, covered in bits of paper, sellotape, fruit, books, leaflets, CDs, DVDs, pencils and pens - some with lead and ink, others without, old till receipts, printer cartridge recycle bags, envelopes of opened and unopened mail, lollipop sticks, a chopstick, three calculators, two pairs of spectacles (one pair broken), three coffee mugs (including my Free Front Line Africa mug), a bowl of recently finished rhubarb crumble and Devonshire custard (up another notch!), two cameras, two telephones, three mobile phones, a collection of camera lenses and filters, notebooks, pec pads and other sensor cleaning gubbins, two blowers, a paintbrush, some eucalyptus seeds, a couple of pine cones, some toy soldiers, a model of the Eiffel Tower and more wires and cables than the local telephone exchange. Linda keeps on telling me that I'm very untidy, and I keep on telling her that it is a sign of a creative mind. Plus, I'm a gemini, and we're supposed to be chaotic verging on anarchic. I know that I must bring some order to this chaos, but I'm never able to find things after I tidy up, and I'm just too busy just now to do anything other than proofread, and dream about the Apple Mac laptop that I want to get.
Was I learning the accordian last year, or did I just take a lot of photos?
