On my desk this Wednesday... a plate rack filled with everything but plates. It is meant to be mounted on the wall above the work table, so it will hold heavier things, like... um... plates. But in the meantime it has mysteriously filled up with toys and softies. And I don't care what anyone tells you, that wasn't me sitting crosslegged up there arranging cows and ladybugs, they must have crawled up there in the middle of the night when we were sleeping.
Cheers,
Jenny
