Contents of third shelf litter my study. In fact, it looks as if the third shelf exploded in my study (without the shelf disintegrating, that is) (so, it’s more a case of the third shelf being sick into my study …). Am desperate. Need to do my taxes tomorrow. And write guest blog for Whine Sisters. Yet for the time being, desk is gone. Has disappeared under folders, papers, glue, screwdriver, bookmarks, scissors, dust-what-cha-call-it-brush(?)-thingie, watch, notebooks, a cup, an old teaser booklet for TLB, an I’ve-no-clue-what-that-one’s-called-(either in German or English)-thingie, more folders, my phone. Am really desperate. It’s going to be a loooong evening!