Having a nice high bed means I have a handy bit of space in which to dump things that don't really have a proper home. I am ashamed to say I have had not ventured under there in years and this shame forbids me to admit to how many. Let's just say that last week's procrastination exercise was rather like an archaeological dig; the deeper I dug, the more evidence I found of eagerly started and quickly abandoned projects, half read books and half written plays, long deceased relationships, as well as Lever Arch files of old course work and my previous career as a teacher. It felt good to excavate this site and clear away all this debris - sleeping on top of these skeletons would give any self respecting Feng Shui practitioner apoplexy. However, although the grave of my past was exhumed and sifted over, I was still at a loss as to where to permanently put some of these things and reluctant to throw it all away, it has quickly been reburied back under the bed, but definitely with less dust and hopefully more at peace.
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