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I think I may be the untidiest adult that I know; Part 2.

This is where I live

This is where I live

Every now and then I have moments of clarity, and I actually SEE things. I just had one of those moments whilst looking at my computer desk. I decided to tidy it up, and share with you exactly what occupies my space with me on any given day:

  • Ketchup
  • Salt
  • Black nail varnish
  • Matte finish nail varnish topcoat
  • 2 x bobby pins
  • 2 x unsharpened pencils
  • 2 x Micro SD adapter
  • 2 x pencils, sharpened
  • Tube of Savlon
  • 2 x 1″ nails
  • 2 x Biro (1 black, 1 blue)
  • Old unused planner
  • Book; Mogworld – Yahtzee Croshaw
  • LED headlamp
  • 2 x CD markers (red and black)
  • Record cards
  • Packing note (liquid eyeliner)
  • 2 x scratchcard (losing)
  • Tesco receipt
  • Tape measure – DIY
  • String
  • Dart barrel (minus point and flight)
  • Shoe polish – black
  • Eggtimer
  • Cinema ticket stub Dumb & Dumber Too
  • Thimble
  • Barclays Bank PIN sentry device
  • Tape measure – sewing
  • Complementary airline earphones & adaptor
  • Wool sewing needle
  • Shot glass
  • Dried liquid eyeliner – copper
  • Clothes peg
  • Curved glass photo frame – empty
  • SD Card – storage unknown but maker “2005”
  • 4 x retractable ID badge holders
  • Entry wristband – 2014 tattoo convention
  • Android USB cable
  • 4 x CD; Evil Scarecrow, Strapping Young Lad, Marmozets, Blood Command
  • 2 x band patches; Inspiral Carpets, Blink 182
  • 2014 Diary
  • Packaging 1TB external hard drive
  • PC Games; Far Cry 3, Alice: Madness Returns
  • Sony Walkman circa. 1993
  • Pirate themed hole-punch
  • Loom band bracelet
  • Blank CDR discs
  • Keyring breathalyzer
  • Tube of Raw Sienna acrylic paint
  • Travel Connect Four
  • $20 USD
  • Digital camera case – empty
  • AA Membership card – expired
  • Cinema ticket – Alien & Aliens Double Bill
  • Samsung earphones
  • Bookmark from Greece
  • Holocaust exhibition pamphlet from Oslo
  • 5 x hairbands
  • Moomins sticker sheet
  • 12″ ruler
  • Ethernet cable
  • Various teddybears; giraffe, meercat, grizzly bear
  • JVC XX Earphone case – empty
  • Barclaycard Prepaid Gift card
  • Nectar card
  • Viking ‘tattoo’ stickers
  • Bookmark – ‘lucky’ Scottish heather
  • 5p in copper coins
  • Birthday cards – various years
  • Bottle caps
  • Viktor & Rolf Spicebomb Eau de Toilette
  • Battersea Dogs & Cats Home Supporters Pack
  • 2″ screw
  • SIM Card
  • Clear cased wristwatch
  • Band stickers – various
  • Foamy the Squirrel cult membership card
  • 2 x teaspoon
  • Corkscrew/bottle opener
  • Headphone jack
  • 32GB flash drive
  • Rennie Macintosh picture frame – empty
  • C90 cassette – The Cream of Eric Clapton
  • 2000AD playing cards
  • Spirited Away figures
  • Skull candle
  • Pirate wristwatch
  • Bag of various body piercing jewellery
  • Flathead screwdriver
  • 3 x AA batteries
  • 2 x AAA battery
  • 2 x bulldog clip
  • Button
  • Gas & electricity metre reading
  • 2 x pairs nailclippers
  • Magnet
  • 5 øre coin (1978)
  • Metal curtain tieback fixing
  • Oinking rubber pig toy
  • 2 x dice (4-sided and 10-sided)
  • Ultra Magnus
  • Pistachio shell with eyes
  • World of Warcraft blood elf rogue figure
  • EDF energy Zingy figure
  • Crowbar
...I give it a week.

…I give it a week.

I think I may be the untidiest adult that I know.

Last night, I decided to watch a DVD in bed. All well and good, but I couldn’t find the remote control, and without it, this new fandangled flat-screen TV/DVD player affair won’t even switch on. The remote is normally on my bedside table (a precise arm’s length away from where I normally lie) but last night it wasn’t there. Now, I remembered falling asleep (or passing out drunk – one of the two) after watching Splinter the other evening, which meant that the remote could have ended out anywhere.

A cursory glance around my room proved unfruitful, but luckily my evening was not disrupted for too long since I have the same model TV downstairs, and the remote from that works equally well.

The side effect however was that I actually took a closer look at my bedroom for the first time in a while. It wasn’t pretty.

A bit like an explosion in a charity shop

Now, I do not overly value tidiness as a virtue, and there is part of me that finds my 36-year-old self vastly amusing. I have the attention span of a toddler who has been fed blue Smarties and fizzy pop, and if I put something down for moment, wherever it is becomes where it lives. This goes on for weeks on end, until something forces me to notice how disorganised everything is.

I do need to be clear that the massive pile of clothes are all clean; I managed to lose a bra the other day, and figured it was folded somewhere in the middle of a pile of washing that I had put straight in my wardrobe. I ended out taking all of the clean folded clothes and dumping them on the bed to work my way through…they then went on the floor when it was time to sleep…then back on the bed when it was time to get up…and so on for a few days.

In general, my room isn’t dirty per sé – you don’t need inoculations or a tetanus shot to go in there – but it does pose a Health & Safety risk a lot of the time.

For the sheer amusement of it, I showed the picture to a few of my work colleagues today and immediately provoked the inner parent in them. One woman actually threatened to come round my house and tidy it up if I didn’t do it myself. As it happens, I was quite keen to find my remote, so tidy I did.

Sorted geeza

Sorted geeza

For the sake of entertainment and curiosity, I decided to share some of the things I found in my bedroom.


A reasonable amount of beer cans…

...some beer bottles, chopsticks and spray fabric glue...

…some beer bottles, chopsticks and spray fabric glue…

...a selection of stickers and business cards from all of the crap that I have bought...

…a selection of stickers and business cards from all of the crap that I have bought…

...plus all of the packaging from the crap that I have bought...

…plus all of the packaging from the crap that I have bought…


…sewing pins, safety pins, sellotape, spare buttons and Redbubble mini clothes-pegs…


…a mousetrap…


…a roll of Christmas wrapping paper…


…a mop handle…

...a modest bag of rubbish and a couple of broken shoes (not a pair incidentally)...

…a modest bag of rubbish and a couple of broken shoes (not a pair incidentally)…

...then two pairs of scissors and three screwdrivers.

…plus two pairs of scissors and three screwdrivers.

For those of you that need closure;

1) The remote control was in a bag of knitting at the end of my bed. Yes, that’s right.

2) The bra was in my underwear drawer, but I’d folded the cups inside out so it looked a different colour.

3) The mousetrap was from when my now-deceased cat brought a mouse home…and I found it in one of my boots…when I put my foot on it. I bought the mousetrap to try and humanely capture and release the poor thing, but eventually found it dead under my wardrobe two days later.