Has anyone ever had that nostalgic feeling when cleaning your room, so the motivation for cleanliness is lost and suddenly you have piles of books and notepads spread around you? A blanket of paper filled with things you jotted down or aimless doodles from lessons you can’t even remember clearly?
Well the other day I finally got round to sitting at my desk – I know you probably wondering what the hell I’m on about, but in short I decided to buy this desk, that I havent used since building it. But I pulled down the flap and was greeted with all my old notebooks just crammed in there. I’m sure I had a reason for throwing them in there when i built the desk, however I can’t remember why.