New visitors to our house are sometimes taken aback by the study. It's one of the front rooms and being closest to the street, with a lane down the side and a bit on the damp side, really the least favourable bedroom. Back in the days when this was a sharehouse, this was my room and I thought it was the best room because of the window. But it was damp and dark and noisy, quite horrible in winter. Now it's the study, where we have the computers, the music stuff and pretty much just lots of stuff. And the foldout sofabed for unfortunate guests.
Here's my desk, taken on a Sunday night before the Monday whizz through tidy up. The flowers on my computer desktop are euphorbia from the late winter garden. I can show you the carpet in this room because it is not our disgusting rental house carpet but an old rug the op shop was throwing out. Actually this room does not have the most hideous carpet of all, but anyway.
From my desk, I can look out the window and watch people walk by. And trams go past. And see the garden. I planted this view, I'm quite proud of it.
On the other side of the room is Gerard's desk. We don't share a desk or a computer because we both have too much stuff. And he likes to do experimental things on his computer whereas I'm quite a straight internet explorer type. Grace likes to climb up on the chair and sit at her daddy's desk and play jungle mouse (which also stops her from actually doing anything on the computer, like say rearranging your browser toolbars or deleting files). It amuses her for at least five minutes. After which she likes to stand on the chair and hurl his papers on the floor. Which she is not allowed to do.
This room really comes into it's own in summer when it's cave like qualities can be truly appreciated. It's fun to both hang out in here together so he can talk to me while I'm tryng to write or read. Yep. No, actually sometimes it is fun when we all hang out in here. There's the sofa bed to lounge on and the window seat where Grace likes to stand and bang her head against the glass. Which she is also not allowed to do. Luckily this room has a door with a high handle, parental supervision required.