Helen Chick
“Come into my parlour,” said the spider to the fly.
The moving date for the great office relocation has now been set for June 9. This month’s 12 of 12 provides an excellent — and final — opportunity to record Room 714 for posterity.
Fortunately I don’t have any (posterity, that is), because they would be a bit embarrassed about the state of clutter and debacle generated by their progenitor with such unrestrained abandon. Given that the next office is going to be about 50% of the size of this one, it is clear that I am going to have to acquire some good habits very soon …
Or a maid.
The photos are here.
Surely a ‘full’ office is the sign of an active, intelligent mind?! Sorry about the move; I hope you find some unexpected loveliness in your new office.
I really enjoyed seeing where you live on campus – but suspect that as well as a maid you may need a librarian to help organise your information! How are you going to fit all that into a space half the size without borrowing the Tardis?
A TARDIS?! Why didn’t I think of that?! I bet the Dean wouldn’t let me park one in the office, though. Bicycles are banned so I imagine that police boxes are out of the question.
Now I am forced to submit a disclaimer – I am NOT responsible for any of this and it has nothing to do with “maternal” genes. Perhaps you now feel a portion of the anguish of moving, but in our case there is almost fifty years of accumulated “stuff”.
Perhaps a professional wrecker might be the best solution…