My room is my sanctuary. It’s my
lair where I can scheme and plot, but I should also be able to relax here. The trouble
is that I have very little room for anything. I’ve got three piles of clothes
with no room to sort them and probably need a good iron. I’m constantly sorting
through what I’m wearing and what I plan to wear throughout the week then
either change my mind or I’m told that it’s not suitable for the environment
that I’m visiting. I’ve got a pile of papers from projects from years ago that I
need to shift through. I’ve also got old VHS tapes under my bed and in the
drawers that I’ve got no idea if they work or not. All I need is some time and
space in a reasonable daylight period where I haven’t got someone constantly giving
me assignments. And if the door’s closed then people should at least knock
before they barge in. I’m not a consultant.
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