Well, here I am in my writing space:
Only four days behind schedule.
I had intended to move the desk on Saturday but Spud begged for time to clear it first, only he just had to watch the City match; do his homework; learn his lines.
I gave him 24 hours and I spent a couple of happy hours moving in, arranging and re-arranging my poetry books, writing books, other books, my collections and bits and pieces onto two shelves.
I had intended to move the desk on Sunday afternoon, but I received an email which took most of the afternoon to deal with, so I gave him another 24 hours.
I had intended to move the desk on Monday afternoon but he got another 24 hours because I had arranged to help my friend sort church paperwork at the vicarage into our brand new filing cabinet (well, it was new when it was delivered three months ago).
Before filing, we put three poster-sized papers up on the wall and mind-mapped the whole thing down to the last detail. We had three starting points which we broke down into groups, groups-within-groups, categories-within-groups-within-groups, off-shoots-within-categories-within-groups-within-groups…you get the idea.
Once we’d broken that lot down we were able to label the hanging files in the drawers. We organised the files into what-is-likely-to-be-most-accessed order, then alphabetically within that. We then filed three pieces of paper (easily) before noticing it was home time. If there has been a better organised from the start filing system anywhere in the galaxy, I’ll be surprised. I’ll also be surprised to learn of two people who had more fun than us on Monday afternoon.
On Tuesday morning I attacked Spud’s desk. I filled two large bags with stuff from school, Christmas (2012), much small change, more Christmas (2011), books he was supposed to have returned after his GCSEs last year and even more Christmas (2010). I don’t know why I buy him cheap stocking fillers if he’s just going to leave them lying around and never use them.
Once rested and lunched, I moved the desk. It is small and light and I had no trouble. The eight p.m. exhausted sleep I fell into was induced by exposure to Spud’s dormant past, I’m sure.
I spent all afternoon – having had the foresight to walk the dogs early and grab something easy from the freezer for that evening’s dinner – happily arranging my desk. When I came in on Wednesday morning, the Hub had left me a love note to start me off as I ought to go on – smiling; and loved.
Note the cow. Perfecting Motherhood blogged about the Yahoo purple cow, which I loved. She suggested I have one in my space. I promised to get one. I drew this. I don’t have a purple pen so I coloured it blue because he’s Fresian… If you can’t read the writing, it is entitled, The Cow Who Mooed Because He Cud.
It is now Thursday and the novelty has not worn off. Moo.