THE RESOLUTE DESK

I feel as though if someone said I could spend a day making a spreadsheet of all the books in the house, I'd light up like a candle. I'd properly love that as a Saturday activity - all our books spread out, piled up, all over the house, in anticipation of beautiful organisation, and ultimately ready for re-filing, gifting, or the retirement of the charity shop.

But imagine the spreadsheet! Title, author, category! Date of publication! Number of pages! No, of course not number of pages - that's mad, but I love the idea of being able to calculate some stats with the data. Oh the formulas I could use! And the pie charts!

We're not doing that. We're moving the kitchen around so we can fit in a desk we're inheriting. I'm calling it the resolute desk - not because it's similar to the one in the Oval Office, but because it's sharpened our resolve to get the kitchen tidy. And I know what you're thinking - but honestly the kitchen is the only place the resolute desk will go, so for now, that is where it's ending up.

Above it there's a picture on the wall that was given to us as a wedding present. It features two felt bees approaching a lovely flower from different directions. I'm pretty sure it was a prophetic gift, though I'm not certain the person who gave it to us was aware of it. There you are though - prophecy works in different layers. And on this layer, we're definitely two bumblebees fluttering around the kitchen, looking at the same problem from two totally different angles.

Anyway, the resolute desk is on the way and I guess someday I might just be able to spend a lovely Saturday sitting at it, laptop cradled open, cataloguing all my books. You never know.