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.
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.