WFH

I love this desk. It got a size upgrade last autumn when I swapped out the desk top for a bigger one from Ikea. Usually, as I head back up to my room to go to bed, it elicits a little smile. I think I must see it as this place that brims with potential and opportunity, as hard as all my anxieties and ailments might try and get in the way.

I also love desk pictures.

(Edit: in the evening I had a call with my Falmouth lot. We played a lot of Pictionary, which later descended into a collective drawing on a Zoom whiteboard — immaturity levels were high. ‘Twas a great evening)