Safe-place syndrome

What is it about safe places? Why is it that, whenever I\’ve managed to be tidy and organised and put something away in a safe place so I can find it later, I immediately forget all about it. And then I can\’t find it.
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This is one of the reasons why I fear tidying up. No, honestly, it is. Really. When it\’s all out in a higgledy-piggledy mess, cluttering up available surfaces and forming avalanches onto the floor… That\’s fine. I can find things. Yes, it means I need a thorough understanding of the archaeological principles of stratification (top – recent, bottom – a while ago, avalanches -often reversed). Yes, it means that wherever I live, a sediment of papers and books builds up until I\’ve forgotten what colour the carpet is. Some people (my parents in law for instance) would say I\’m a lazy slob which is harsh though fair. But…
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I was at school long enough ago that we all had locker desks – you know, the ones like a box where the top of the desk lifts so you can store things inside? You can see them in living history museums now. And people were always telling me to tidy my desk. I could never understand why because they seemed to think that tidying my desk would somehow solve my disorganisation and total unwillingness to do any homework.
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So I\’d tidy it and instantly be much more disorganised and less likely to do any homework because I couldn\’t find any books at all in the neat piles in my desk.
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I wish I could say that several decades of living has cured this but it hasn\’t. So after getting up at horrible o\’clock (5 a.m. leddies and gennelmen) to sort out my paperwork for my course, I spent forty minutes looking for the most vital bits of paper. And where were they? In a safe place, of course.
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See what I mean?

Techno-dren

So the MP3 player recorded but the voice quality was terrible. So I rushed round Truro looking for audio cassettes for the old recorders in the college. No dice. The world stopped making them last autumn and nobody had any at all. So I bought a dictaphone. No dice. That didn\’t work either.
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One of the other trainees very kindly lent me a Sony Walkman which I used to do the recording, but I\’m now worried I\’ve somehow done it wrong – one voice (mine) is loud, the other is too soft. I\’m hoping my audio software will sort it out but it means I\’ve effectively got to cancel Sunday to do battle.
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I\’m very proud that in all this kerfuffle I didn\’t scream, cry, swear or punch any pieces of equipment. And at least Curry\’s gave me my money back for the things that didn\’t work properly.
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One of the reasons why I find technical stuff so stressful is that it\’s ALWAYS a struggle to get anything to work for me. I don\’t know why, it just is.
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Clearly I am a dren.