Edited by Jonathan Vernon, Wednesday, 16 June 2010, 07:40
Seventeen weeks into a twenty two week course H807, Innovations in E-learning, I decide that I have to get a desk - flat-pack and cheap, as I can't work effectively with a broken laptop (screen gone) perched on the end of the bed leaning on a toy 'trolley compute console' thingey with printers and files in stacks on the floor. No cupboards, no shelves. The house still has that 'just moved in' feeling ... or rather, just emptied the removal van.
We've been here for nearly 3 years.
Life, eh? I've learnt that if you don't sort a place out in the first few weeks you never do, we never have. Though there is a lovely hedge around the garden. Pity you can't grew furniture too.
So why am I still perched on the end of the bed peering at a screen between a stack of ring-binders?
Lovely desk, but my son has it. He has homework to do too.
Does it matter?
For me, I've always liked a desk, shelves and desk space ... somewhere to spread out. I've always liked a 'room of my own,' as Virginia Woolf put it and was ok until the assemblages of family pressed in and the need to relocate out of the country and into a town for schools and easier commutability to London led to a series of compacting exercises.
Excuses?
I think I'll take the dog for a walk on the South Downs.
As Nietzsche said, 'how can anyone become a thinker, if he does not spend at least a third of the day without passions, people and books?'
Or is the dog a passion?
And the South Downs?
Try High Barn to Hope Gap and the River Cuckmere with the chalk cliffs of the Seven Sisters and Beachy Head in the distance and the English Channel Horizon 15 miles or so away.
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Seventeen weeks into a twenty two week course H807, Innovations in E-learning, I decide that I have to get a desk - flat-pack and cheap, as I can't work effectively with a broken laptop (screen gone) perched on the end of the bed leaning on a toy 'trolley compute console' thingey with printers and files in stacks on the floor. No cupboards, no shelves. The house still has that 'just moved in' feeling ... or rather, just emptied the removal van.
We've been here for nearly 3 years.
Life, eh? I've learnt that if you don't sort a place out in the first few weeks you never do, we never have. Though there is a lovely hedge around the garden. Pity you can't grew furniture too.
So why am I still perched on the end of the bed peering at a screen between a stack of ring-binders?
Lovely desk, but my son has it. He has homework to do too.
Does it matter?
For me, I've always liked a desk, shelves and desk space ... somewhere to spread out. I've always liked a 'room of my own,' as Virginia Woolf put it and was ok until the assemblages of family pressed in and the need to relocate out of the country and into a town for schools and easier commutability to London led to a series of compacting exercises.
Excuses?
I think I'll take the dog for a walk on the South Downs.
As Nietzsche said, 'how can anyone become a thinker, if he does not spend at least a third of the day without passions, people and books?'
Or is the dog a passion?
And the South Downs?
Try High Barn to Hope Gap and the River Cuckmere with the chalk cliffs of the Seven Sisters and Beachy Head in the distance and the English Channel Horizon 15 miles or so away.
Where I think.
(I think !?)