|Isn't that nice?|
I don't think she was terribly impressed by my first attempt to do as I was told. At first she asked me to make a note of my work, blogging, chaos and thoughts thereof. I was supposed to do something every day and
|An improved view from my desk|
|Boy Three helps me tidy up|
Her next lot of homework I'm pleased to say I'm halfway through. She told me to declutter my desk. It was full of potentially-organised baskets of stuff and quite a few heaps, piles and some mountains. Ta-da I did it this morning and here's what I learned.
Specs must lose their shells like snakes lose their skins. I found three empty glasses cases... four if you count the one that held the pair I was wearing.
|Just some of the stuff - includes three tubes of glue|
You can have enough staples. Three boxes full and I can't remember the last time I had occasion to staple anything,
|Who makes a mess like this?|
|How it looked before I started|
De-cluttering is viral. One small session of desk tidying and I was hooked. I went through my pending underwear collection and got rid of all the bras that - thanks to something permanent Boy Three did to my rib-cage - I will never be comfortable in again. Goodbye dainty, lacy things.
I'm allowed to accept I will never file things. Yes, I am. I'm 43 and I don't file. I'm going to go through my to-be-filed-at-some-fantasy-future-date box, take out important things and put the rest in a box with the date on it. Hurrah, thanks N.
And for my next homework trick, the end of the Skype shame.... tune in next time.