The problem with neat rooms

...Is that either anybody can find anything or nobody can. Bad at lists, bad at remembering, these bits and pieces I tuck away in obscure places include some official important stuff. I hide things, especially if I am aware that someone will be in my study while I am out. Shades of my mother, I know, I know, but that's how I roll. Well, this time I've hidden something so well I have no idea of where it is. I have checked everywhere that would normally appeal to me, but it seems I have been ever so specially clever on this occasion.

Meanwhile, Small Prophets is quite charming so far; after a, shall we say, softly paced first episode, it began to please me, touch of surreality, much more than a touch of magic. Which is probably what I need to guide me through this little room, just as packed as it was before and even less navigable now.