I’ve been tagged by Man Widdicombe to describe my *ahem* work station. This was on the instigation of Dick Puddlecote who started this interesting diversion from the mundane pastime of
Now my desk is an Ikea table set against the wall in my Kitchen so as to be out of the way. I’ve been meaning to move it to one of the bedrooms since the kids flew the coop, but never got around to it.
Not to waste any time, here is my description of my blogging pit.
A computer obviously, situated under the table.
A monitor and keyboard.
A portable hard drive
Satnav. (To navigate through the junk on the table).
Two debit card readers. Legal, before you ring the Plod.
2009 diary. I must get around to throwing that out.
A pile of paperwork which I must look through someday.
Order of service for Mother’s funeral. She died recently. (Three years ago).
November’s Parish magazine.
A sealed tin. Containing God knows what.
A cylinder of computer wipes.
Three Christmas crackers.
Piles of used and unused CDs, DVDs, and a floppy.
? (Whatever it is, I hope that it’s dead).
Ashtray(Full). Note to self. Must get a bigger one.
Ciggies. Bugger where’s the lighter gone.
One printed picture entitled “Submarine racing,exciting to watch”
A Christmas card from the Indian Takeaway.
That’s about it. I think.