Also, at the event I collected m'friend Ruth, whom I have known since she was a foetus. She is now twenty-three, and kind of awesome: passing through Newcastle on her way from Spain (where she has lived most of her life) to Germany (where she will be studying for her doctorate). If anyone wants a trilingual biologist in four years' time, speak now; she'll be in demand, I fancy.
Meantime, though, I have her for a couple of days; and yesterday she came over all strict & determined, to the point where I am now sitting in a room of two halves. If I twizzle my chair around and sit with my back to the desk, I find myself looking at a very sane, rational, ordered office, where everything is in boxes and on shelves; it's clean, it's neat, it's hoovered. There's a comfy chair with nothing on it, waiting for a person to go sit.
On the other hand, if I do that, if I go sit in that chair and look in this direction - well, we didn't get this far. One corner at a time, we thought. So in this half everything is still randomised chaos (and no, that's not a tautology: first I had the chaos, which I had generated myself, and then I introduced two cats to it).
The only trouble with this 'one corner at a time' policy is that she's moving on today, so how am I ever going to tackle my other corners? On my own, I'm defeated before I begin...