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I’ve done it! I’ve actually done it! I put it off for yonks, and now it’s diddley-doddley-done!
I’ve tidied my desk!
I found all sorts of stuff. A scrap of pizza, a pair of underpants, a dead mouse, a ten-pound note …
Now, everything has a designated place. Pens here, pins there, paper clips – somewhere. Sticky tape, dikshunary (however you spell it!) What’s this? No idea, never mind, put it there!
Wow, what an improvement!
Now, where’s my notepad? Where’s my coffee? I need my glasses. Oh heck, where are they?
At least when it was a mess I knew where everything was!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Jan for the photo.
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Ahhh, the torture of a clean desk. Maybe, if I move the sewing machine I can find that desk, again. Ah, but the machine is keeping me sane and earning a wee income at the moment, though.
Then you really must leave it where it is!
As a person sensitive to odors, I can only imagine how ummm aromatic his workspace was between the pizza and dead mouse, which leads me to wonder if there was a correlation. I do know many people who can’t find things once they’ve cleaned.
Haha! There could have been! And I am definitly one of those people!
Usual thing in the house, have a tidy up and can’t find a thing.
…and don’t I know it! Sometimes I give up looking and replace it only to find the original the next day!
Mum used to say not to worry, we’d find it looking for something else…….. then two things would be lost!!
Tidiness comes at a price!
Indeed. Not to be recommended!
Only if you’re willing to pay the price. 😃
If I leave the stack of old receipts, warranties, and bills on my desk long enough, eventually I can dump everything without filing them. Done and done. And leftover pizza? Never happens around here, lol.
I fling everything in a box and chuck it when it’s full certain in the knowledge that if I was to throw anything away immediately I’m bound to need it and regret it!
Poor mouse, was it killed by the pizza, or did it loose its way in the jungle
…or a combination of the two! Cheers Michael.
I can feel with him. Decluttering last spring I threw out all those old calendars I had stashed away — and now I realize I could hang one up from seven years ago and save myself the price of a new one. Foolish me! 😉
Brilliant idea! Now why have I never thought of that?
I love that last line. Exactly!
That’s the way it is! Cheers!
I’ve worked with people that demanded that you not clean up their desks because if you do they won’t be able to find anything. Well said.
Have a fabulous day, Keith. 🙂
I can quite believe that Sandee! You too!
Worth it for the tenner alone.
That’s what I thought Iain!
I so relate to it 🙂 good one Keith
I’m sure many of us do although not quite as extreme as my chappie!
Ha ha yeah .. not as extreme
Leave it long enough and you can even find ten shilling notes in the pile
That wouldn’t surprise me! I do have a collection of sixpences (tanners!) which I stick in my Christmas puds every year!
My system is based on the thickness of the dust layer.
Never tidy your desk, that way lies madness.
Oh wait, it’s Keith I’m talking to…
Okay, truth time – I hate anything even being crooked on my desk, let alone dusty!
Dear Keith,
They say that those proud of keeping an orderly desk will never know the thrill of finding something they thought irretrievably lost. Although I do take exception to the dead mouse. Has this person no olfactory function? Talk about being nose-blind. At any rate, it was a delightfully funny read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You’ve just taught me a new word – olfactory! So, to answer your question, clearly not! Thanks so much, Rochelle.
I agree completely. As an inveterate slob., I know that to change to neat means to lose track of all sorts of unavoidably necessary things
That would never do! Cheers, Larry.
Sometimes messes are actually quite organized for those who know where everything is while in that state of disarray.
I could feel for the missing glasses. I lose them even when I’m wearing them.
Fun tale … Be Safe … Stay Healthy
Isadora
Organised mess – now that sounds sensible! As for glasses, I’ve done exactly that many a time! Thanks so much, Isadora.
You and my husband would get along famously.
Nice to know! Thanks, Linda.
Sometimes cleaning up isn’t worth it. Aim for organised chaos.
That makes perfect sense! Cheers Tannille.
Thanks Keith for your contribution to the prompt. This year, I might join you in this blog hop. Wishing you all the best for this New Year. Take care.
Thanks, Susan, I really hope you do. It’s great fun and enjoyed by a lovely bunch of contributors.
I believe we all have a link in our mind that knows exactly where things are, but if you mess up the illogical thought – well you’re damned if you can find any thing again. Brains, eh who would have them?
Very true James! Now, where are my brains?
Oddly I just tidied my desk yesterday in preparation for a rather big project I’ll be involved in for the next three months. I’ve spent most of today looking for things…
That really doesn’t surprise me! Perhaps you should have put off tidying for three months!
Oh, the cruel irony! And after those immortal words too: “I put it off for yonks, and now it’s diddley-doddley-done!” Language is putty in your hands, Keith. 😀
I do believe words should be pliable! Thanks for lovely comment Dora.
You’re most welcome!
‘At least when it was a mess I knew where everything was!’ Amen! That is me….. Enjoyed!
You are in good company it seems! Cheers Roger.
Someone once asked me why I tried so hard to keep things organized. I said, “It gives me the illusion that my mind is organized too.” Bless that illusion!
Definitely an illusion!
Pizza? Result! I’m gonna start tidying up straight away!
Thsy get better with age! Cheers Ali.
Sometimes there is order to the chaos other people see. At least we know our glasses are under the box of uneaten pizza!
Exactly, organised chaos!
This has unfortunate undertones for me, married to a man with dementia who ‘sorts out’ his things several times a week!
Oh dear, that must be difficult at times. I guess you’ve become an expert at un-sorting!
Ain’t that the truth. My husband tidies ‘for me’, which is even worse!
Oh dear! I bet it is!
Mess or no, I can never seem to find anything.
The story of my life!
you saved the best line for last. well done. 🙂
I felt it summed it up! Cheers plaridel.
Interesting what was found in that desk (hmm)! I certainly can relate to the “where’s my glasses?” bit and I know where everything is in my own mess. Clever story, Keith!
One persons mess is another’s treasure chest I always say! Thanks Brenda.
Don’t eat the pizza. And of course you can’t find anything now, but you’ll get used to it.
It’s so old I’d break my teeth on it! Bring back the chaos I say.
Tha’ts how I feel. Don’t mess with my piles. That was even part of my story this week.
I’ll leave your piles well alone Tessa!
Thank you Keith. Now I just have to convince my aide to leave them alone LOL!
I love the way your stories roll along so merrily, like a barrel of ale rolling downhill over cobbles. Exhilarating!
I like that description! Cheers Penny.
Cheers, Keith!
LOL doesn’t that always happen!
Though where did you put the mouse and the pizza?
are the pizza and gave the mouse a state funeral!
It really is like that for some, messy organization. But I’m curious about the scrap of pizza. I mean pizza is so good isn’t it always ALL gone! 🙂
Actually, I never waste a scrap!
Great feeling when I finally do something that bothered me for so long – like tidying my desk🙃
I agree with you! It’s also surprising what you find!