It is said that after a tsunami/hurricane/tornado or other big dramatic Natural Disaster odd things are found miles away from their normal places. Like fish found some twenty miles inland, picked up by the wind from the ocean and unceremoniously dumped in a field.
Well, my room is a bit like that right now.
This week I have been tidying, not in the normal way I tidy, which is to take all the things that make the room messy and put them into piles by the walls and in corners. This is not a long term plan as as soon as I need something from one of the piles in a hurry the content of it are strewn again across the floor.
So today I have been doing proper organising kind of tidy. What in the 50′s they’d call a spring clean, but what with Global Warming, I have no idea what name it goes by now.
Thing is, near the sofa I find a business card of a photographer, a business card I knew I had but was convinced was on my desk, and sure I only had one.
Then, a few minutes later I find my nice pen only inches awy, the nice pen that for a fact I knew was on my desk.
The last draft of Romantic Comedy was all over the room, whereas I could have sworn it was neatly piled on my desk.
I was frankly unsure of what had happened, is it possible that my room is such a mess that I’d had burglars who’d ransacked the place and I hadn’t even noticed?
It dawned on me what had happened. This was the Tsunami type aftermath of The Split… I had swept the desk stuff from the ikea laminate surface temporarily using my hands as a short term container before releasing them with fervance at my wall.
Seven days later I am finding all of these fish in the wrong places.
It’s quite depressing really.
Ooh, I found a shiny new penny…