I was hoping I could hold out until the weekend but despite my best efforts I've had to give in and set to.
I don't even notice it happening until it reaches an event horizon and I threaten to fall into the black hole that is....... The Workroom. *cue dramatic 'da, da DUM! music*
Yes, I know.
I have nobody to blame but myself.
But in the throes of creative endeavour I simply forget about everything except what I'm working on, and as more and more boxes litter the floor, and bits and pieces colonise every inch of the worktops and desk I carry on until I can't.
As of 10 minutes ago the event horizon was breached. There is now not a single scrap of free space anywhere. Granted I have managed to leave a little winding path from the door, between all the boxes but I've run out of places to put anything.
Small Dog came wandering in earlier, looking for a place to sit and observe. She walked through the path, piles of boxes towering over her on either side, failed to find a suitable spot then gave a 'huff' and hurried out, throwing me a pitying glance over her departing shoulder.
If you have the stomach for it, here's a guided tour.......
This is the view which greets you as you enter. The worktop is completely covered and there are drifts of stuff lapping against the cupboards and bookshelf.
On the floor, boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff.
More stuff climbs up the walls, threatening to engulf my little cabinet of toy animals.
The worktop area at the end of the room is where 'work in progress' is kept but as you can see, things have got rather out of hand........ *ahem*
And my desk......
What can I say? This has got to be right up there as one of the top 10 worst messes EVER!
If I wasn't so ashamed I might be feeling proud.
So it's no good. I simply can't continue in this unholy guddle so I'm going to roll up my sleeves and make a start on restoring order. Who knows what I might find... Atlantis, the lost treasure of Sierra Madre, Shergar?
That's the rest of my working day spoken for then........ *sigh*