Tidied

After yesterday blitz on the cleaning front, this is the tidy version of my study, in the erstwhile sluice room of Ward 28, Women's Medical, I'm led to believe.
You can see there is a plethora of possessions accumulated over a lifetime of sentiment, but as far as I can manage, the dust and general disorder has been eliminated.

I am reminded of the small child's question to a parent: "Does man come from dust and go back to dust?"
"Yes darling"
"Well there's a man coming or going under my bed!"

I think I've eliminated all earthly beings from my study, except for the occasional appearance of His Lordship, and he's got the entrance permit.