So My Desk Right

I wanted to share my space with you. Which will also be sharing a lot about me that you might not know. Or want to know. Or indeed even survive knowing that now you know.

Ive an L shaped desk. The short end of the L holds my computer and the long end of the L runs for 4.5m. Ok, so I like to spread out.

The short end.....from left to right. Coffee cup with Mission Australia logo on the front and hand autographed by me, for when I am famous, so I dont forget the charities along the way who helped me out when I needed a helping out. This sits on a saucer hand painted by number one son when he was 5. Behind it, sits my network thingy with a blue light that flashes on and off and has me connected to the net via the connection in Gaanz's room. Coffee cup is filled with pens and pencils. Next a blue tea light candleabra liberated from Gaanz in the big move. Beside it, way at the back, a hip flask. Its not mine. In fact, its my bastard husbands. He got it for his 21st. Its engraved of course. Found it while I was packing to move. Keep it to remind myself the man was a major contributor to my drinking habit. See a sort of perverse irony in keeping a drinking container as a reminder of my drinking habit.

PC in the corner part and lets head on down the long end of the L.

Gorgeous lil red martini set given to me by Gaanz. Another drinking apparatus. Oh dear. I might have a drinking habit. Then comes my stress balls. Ive broken them. Do you know how distressing it is to have broken your stress balls? These ones chime as you roll them around. But I dropped one and cracked it. They are no longer making beautiful music for me. Then I have a tea cup attached to a saucer and the rim of the saucer is covered in fake roses. In pink of course. It houses a tea light candle as well. Then my books I cant be without. The dictionary, thank you Gaanz, tho you know Im still going to ask you what stuff means, two bibles, one can never be enough, I have four bibles. A calendar, and my purple book, with the scribblings of short stories I write when I am suddenly consumed by the need to write something. Its full mind you. Great stories in there. One in particular I totally adore. These are ended by book ends. My own personal touch. Bollinger bottles. Ok, so IM all class.

Moving further along, is the dish. It gets all manner of useless stuff thrown into it, but I hate mess, so it all needs a home. It sits under the plaque my daddy gave me, remember? Daughters are a blessing?? Some photo albums, two of, both empty. Thats a bit telling isnt it?

Further along, a basket full of bath and beauty type products. And a suitable space between it and a big glass bowl also full of bath and beauty type products. In between, is my perfume, my aftershave and my oil burner. Yes, my aftershave. I have some. I like how it smells. I often wear it. But mostly.............I spray it on my pillows, close my eyes and fantasize, or dream, or a bit of both.

And that is my space. This afternoon. Last night all empty surface space was covered in empty wine bottles, half empty bottles of water, three empty cigarette packets, 8 lighters, two handgrips for strengthening my well, hands I guess, two wine glasses, and an empty bottle of champagne.

Ok, fine Jayne. I was drinking. Why am I even friends with you?