Remember the neighbour who's bedroom window we can see into? One morning while getting a dose of vitamin D on our balcony, I spied an spilt ashtray on his window ledge and some vomit on the side of the building as if he had leant out the window to throw up. Then poof, he was gone.
It seems a family has moved in, with two preteen daughters who each have a bedroom. Instead of the previous idiocy of putting the lads putting their bedheads under the windows, they have sensibly placed their desks under the windows. Let me focus on one desk.
I am so cheered by her desk. She has her notebook computer with the illuminated fruit symbol sitting upon, a spiralling happy plant (cordyline?) and best, neatly laid out coloured pencils and some coloured texters. The pencils move around, so they clearly get used, but are always neat, unless they are actually being used.
Who was it who Michael Apted quoted when the first of his 7 Up series started? Show me the child and I will show you the adult. Something like that.
By the time she was two, I could already tell Little Jo would never have neatly laid out pencils. Now she is four, I feel no reason to alter my opinion. It is not good, nor bad. Just different. Both types of people can be wonderful participants in society. I may be slightly disappointed that Little Jo does not follow after Aunty Andrew who I am sure always had his pencils neatly laid out. In fact his Derwent's were kept meticulously ordered in their tin box. ABI Brother knew better than to mess my pencils up. I would have biffed him good and proper.