For the past three years, my work desk has always been by the window which has the view of the garden. So as I work my ass off, I have witnessed the garden in its various states of shabbiness and, recently, marveled in its gloriousness. This is the view I used to see when I look out of the window.
the view from my window
Until now.
There are three reasons why I moved the pieces of furniture, however few they are, around.
First, the incident in which someone had been trying to break into my home scared me. I thought, if my thingamabobs are near the window then it would be easier for those small time thieves to nick something off of my desk. The thing is, I have this habit of leaving my stuff on my desk – mobile phone, pens, sometimes even keys (yes, yes, I’m that bad).
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