Entry for 14th June, 2008

I have my own room again!
I mentioned a few entries back that my Significant Other has taken to asking me to re-organise the house in the small hours of the morning and during important football matches. This has not been an entirely pleasurable experience, but there has been one important spin-off because I have managed to commandeer our box room as my very own office. This has filled me with an unreasonable pleasure, normally only reserved for occasions when I get to wave first class train tickets in the faces of sweating uncomfortable club class travellers.
My new office reminds me of nothing more than my room in my parents' house. I have my own books, my own paperwork, my stero and my CDs. It is lovely. If I really want to spirit myself back to my bedroom of 1983 then all I need to do is to pin a few posters of portly Aberdeen soccer legend Joe harper on the wall and hide a few cheap pornographic magazines behind the filing cabinet.
It is lovely in here. Cut off from the world. Looking over the cul-de-sac bathed in late evening sun, and listening to the type of music that is faintly embarrassing to listen to in the company of my Significant Other.
It is a small universe, but I am master of it.