A TIDY DESK.....

is a tidy mind.. well that's how I tend to think so as if to spring clean my brain I rather enjoy the process of starting the New Year with my broom and waste bin in hand. Unlike the past three decades the diary is relatively uncomplicated thus far. Oh I know I shouldn't be smug about this as its largely to do with the fact that both the kids manage their own chaos these days and I'll not officially be starting work until the Spring. When my diagnosis of the carcinoma was made back in September I sort of wrote myself off for about a year as being the fitness teacher doesn't sit easy with the possibility of major op and chemo, however most would say I've got away easy and only have the operative repair to come to terms with. Where was I? Ah, yes the tidy desk theme. I don't do clutter. Like most of us, whoever we are, I fear losing important info and have over the years set up a filing system that stores most of what I need, where I want it, most of the time yet curiously Peter hasn't easily come to terms with the TOP DRAWER being his, the MIDDLE ONE being mine and the BOTTOM DRAWER being DOMESTIC. Just hearing the question "where will i find the **** file?" sends me into grrrrrrrrrrrr mode. To be fair I do tend to have the habit of filing papers in my own obscure though some would say interesting way. Typically to find info on the proposed Garden Summer House (which has never actually materialised) one might need to look at GARDEN file, QUOTES file, HOUSEHOLD OTHER file or even WISH LIST file...I'm laughing, cos the idea of a wishlist file is a great one but until now I don't actually have one. Might just go and set one up, this very minute! The real housekeeping these days is computerised yet it takes a techi bod to know how to do this. One reason why perhaps i should be applying to the local computer skills course. In fact, much as I don't relish the idea, it would be useful. Yes I've learnt to do many of the things I have to do but there's so much potential that lies untapped. Typically the morning has passed, I've read, torn and refiled, sifted, sorted and searched and can only wonder what might become of my almost ordered desk and diary over the coming year!