Planet Mad

I've done so much tidying up today that I've discovered vast tracts of floor that I never knew existed. Old letters, odd socks and a small indigenous tribe have all come to light in the last 24 hours. A team of anthropologists have moved into my bedroom to study the life and habits of these odds-and-ends. The socks, they have decided, are definitely solitary creatures: they show no tendency to form into pairs, preferring instead to lurk alone in corners and under cupboards. The indigenous tribe are proving more troublesome. Uprooted by the destruction of their natural habitat, they are quickly becoming a small indignant tribe and are now seeking shelter in the bathroom (one of the few areas not yet hit by manic tidying) while seeking some form of compensation through the legal system. Concerns about their future are, however, unfounded. By this time next week, chaos will have descended again and piles of marking will be scattered once more across the great rolling plains of Planet Mad. Until that moment, it's quite nice to have a tidy flat.