These are bad things that shouldn’t be on my desk, but they are as I got suckered in the Sweet Tunnel of Death that is the W.H. Smith’s queue for the till. I only went in for a magazine, and came out carrying half my body weight in discounted chocolate and sugary goo. At some point in the day I will make the bad mistake of reaching for a Haribo ‘tangfastic’, and get a little sweet/sour sugar rush. Ooo, I will think, blood racing, let’s go for another one. And there, my friends, is the moment where my tongue will fizz over and I will retreat, whimpering, until another day.
The Spring Cold of Doom is upon me, cried the Jayne of Shalott. Sadly it is so – I have one of those pesky colds which foist upon their host a pathetic cough and the look of a crumpled Kleenex.
Ah yes. How did they get there? Life, such mysteries.
Mobile (or rather, swooshy photo thing)
My iPhone no longer lives in a white tennis sock. My friend, after laughing quite hard I must admit, said there was no way I could go around fishing my mobile out of a sock so gave me a proper one. It is black with a diamante skull and crossbones design. Much more grown up.
Tatty hair band
To accompany the tatty hair. Oh I am so cruel to myself. It is not tatty really. It is free-range.
Someone else’s chewed bic. Don’t you just love inheriting pens? Memo to self. Don’t chew.
I am a bit lost without a work diary. Important work stuff goes in here (labelled of course Important Work Stuff). Also I try and schedule evenings that are just for writing – this week Thursday and Friday evening, and Saturday (day) are sort of set aside, and I will be redrafting chapter 21. Oh yes.
Coconut Water carton
I read somewhere it is healthy. Not sure that a gallon of it is healthy though, especially if used to swig down mini muffins.
Mugs go quicker than gold dust around this office, so I will cling onto this one and slowly layer it with coffee.
Pre-Raphaelite postcard (John William Waterhouse, Miranda)
Miranda gazes wistfully off into the middle distance, waiting for her ship to come in. Metaphor, what metaphor?
What is on your desk?