Prompted by absolute need, I moved stuff off my desk onto another pile of stuff on the dining table. Then I did some push left, and created slightly less than a 12” square space in which to create a bit, address a couple of envelopes and well, sit amongst my stuff and make it all feel loved. The door cutting is in the offing…inside is down to the bricks, re-routing of sockets, taking off plasterboard and insulation…all done. Neatly and without too much mess. The lintel has arrived and it feels to me as if it’s going to be at the weekend. But he might surprise me and take an afternoon off - cutting a door shape out of a brick wall is not the sort of noise you want to be making in the early evening, after all! So although my actual desk surface is horrendously untidy, the rest of the view doesn’t look nearly so bad. Smoke and mirrors gentle desker, I do assure you. The roll top bin lid is a mystery placement…I will just assume that like me and my stuff, it’s about just putting it somewhere where it won’t fall or cause something else to topple! Got a few July birthday cards to make, so am hoping for desk time, however cluttered! Look at my latest distraction…
Murphy has come for his holiday. He’s flaked out. We should all be so lucky. To get him into this state, I’ve had to walk about a million steps. Serious scrapbook moments are being recorded. I have to say they aren’t all going to be sweet and butter-wouldn’t-melt memories either. More of that to come. Meanwhile, show us your desk. The fact that I’ve shown you mine proves that we don’t do much in the judgement department here at WOYWW! 
This is the dining room. The dining table in the foreground is covered mostly in stuff that I should have actually put away, but had just dumped on a work surface. The PC and printer are on a low sideboard type unit at the back…these two things have to remain accessible, they are a business tool. My actual desk is in the middle…you can tell from the cream legs. Those MDF rectangular units are actually the modules that fit inside the cupboards. I didn’t have to empty them. He just carried them out. The work surfaces have been refitted and one is slightly shorter, so I need to be tidier than ever. She joked. About being tidier, not worktop length! 
We didn’t even park it, just left it to sulk. In order to take this photo, I had to open the door to the garage (it’s on the left, out of shot) and then open the garage door. It’s a good strong sunlight isn’t it. See the canvas pic of me and him and the baby her? That’s the wall which will accommodate the new door. Loss of cabinets and worktop there then. I predict an unwilling clear out. Not because I don’t want to have the room back to useable and the desk back where it belongs. No, I don’t lack the motivation for that at all. It’s just, well…now it’s nearly time to do it, I’m suddenly getting rather fond of all my stuff. I can’t really refer to it as stash, some of it must be so old it doesn’t qualify as stash! 
Me and Jan had a video chat last week too, long overdue. She’s a patient woman and didn’t once complain that all I did was rustle and dip in and out of camera whilst I tidied. Yep. Tidied. Well, as I do, tidied enough to reveal the glass mat and therefore consider the desk entirely useable again. See that scrapbook title under the glass mat. It’s not always on show is it, but it’s always there and really, it’s totally applicable to every day. Annie said something that turned the lightbulb on (Of course, I don’t remember what…) and I’ve since spent a couple of happy hours stamping and cutting and am now looking forward to colouring time! It’s more of the same, but it doesn’t matter does it. 
