Wednesday, 15 September 2010

A summer desk

Summer is over, I suppose, but I thought I should show my summer desk. I have to say that, delightful as it sounds to sit in the sun, working away, in reality I spend little time working outdoors.

The chief reason is the wind. In Seaford we have a great deal, so only massively bound books will stay put on the table. The short route to despair is to try to take anything on individual sheets of paper outside. The Mac's screen is more or less invisible in bright sunlight, so computer-based work is ruled out. Nevertheless, how many other offices have passion-flowers?

I have been workless since the end of July, but I hope to be able to tell you of a new office before long.

1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of one of less saccharine scenes in Curtis's opus Love Actually. Cuckolded Colin Firth is writing Al Fresco (on a manual typewriter) when his Portuguese maid removes his coffee mug, sending the precious fruits of his labour fluttering into the lake.