...and I can actually see my desk again, the flutter of papers and cards has been sorted, all Christmas letters answered, various matters tackled, rubbish thrown away....
And the room tidied...photographs freshly re-arranged on the newly-wiped and still overcrowded shelves...and it's all family life, and memories, and thoughts of tomorrow as well as yesterday and today. How to throw anything away? The young man looking solemn in his graduation robes beams out from another picture taken a few years later with a bride on his arm...they now have two delightful small children. Jamie in uniform with me in that lovely blue taffeta dress - all very 1990s. I couldn't fit into it now. Bogles gathered with visitors from Australia - how well I remember that day and the hilarious laughter and fun of that particular gathering. The niece in white First Communion dress...the years have whirled by: she is getting married this coming summer...another batch of nieces with Auntie at the London Eye - they're all at college and university now, and we had tea with one the other day.
The desk is about work, and responsibilitis, and some quite important projects. But the pictures and the clutter are about family, the very stuff of life itself.
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