i decided this morning that my work space was so disgusting that something just had to be done. so i spent the entire day cleaning and happily rearranging my stuff when holy crap! a bloody mouse ran across the floor and hid behind my wastepaper basket. and then something happened that i had no control over at all: like a tom and jerry cartoon, i jumped on a chair and screamed. i am horrified to admit it, but i was completely pathetic. i wrung my hands, and shouted for sam to come and catch it (which thankfully he did, laughing his head off, bloody cheeky bugger) afterwards, i actually was a little bit shaky and tearful. i can barely type this i'm so ashamed of myself. i didn't even know i didn't like mice until today...well actually i still like them, just not in my house if you get my meaning. i kept thinking i could feel it running up my trouser leg. yuck.
anyway, after all that excitement i carried on dusting, hoovering and getting rid of tons of rubbish and i feel jolly pleased with myself. but i must get better storage facilities in my work room...all i seem to do is re-stack boxes against walls. but at least there are no lurking dust bunnies behind them now :)
hopefully you can tell that the above pic is a 'before' and the second one is after.