I measured the desk. It's 80cm by 131 cm or 31 inches by 51 and a half inches for those who refused to change brain function to metric. I'm not maths minded so I can't work out the entire surface to be explored.
I told you it was big. The highest pile of paper is 21 cm. I'm too scared to look at the date of the bottom paper.
Yesterday was Mummy day and I was almost killed.
What stupid male thought he could pile long steel pipes into the back of a station wagon, tie them up with a rag and not think one or all of them would fall out when he hit a bump?
Fortunately the pipe went under the following car not through the windscreen but turned direction and headed for me, large target. I hadn't even stepped off the footpath at this stage. I'd like to say my life flashed before my eyes but I don't have one. Cute guy got out of his car and picked up the pipe with one hand, I'd have needed a forklift truck.
Today was Mummy day again and paying the house insurance day and looking at the desk piled high with papers day.
Tomorrow, I will start the expedition into the unknown. The known is a dead spider because I sprayed the rocks last night. I haven't seen "Arachnophobia" eight times for nothing.