No not the fifth horseman of the apocralyptic riders, that would be Kaos.* No, this is just the non-standard spelling of chaos.
And this desk contains a non-standard selection of items. There's a soldering iron, a circuit board for powering an extractor fan, an Open University philosophy DVD, a pouch containing lock-picks (or is it dental tools they're both here somewhere), a copy of Private Eye, and various random bits of paper and tat. The desk needs tidying.
There is also a layer of masonry dust as a result of reinforcing the shelving directly above.
Good. This means that things can be put on the shelf. And then the grand master plan of reorganising can take place, the room will be suddenly spacious, capacious, and fully functional for the purposes of tap dancing, music playing and raving.
Well, maybe there'll also be room to be productive. Which will be great.
And chaos will be vanquished, or do I mean Kaos? Who knows what lurks underneath some of this crap, it could be those horsemen.**
* This character.
** Or it could be Ronnie Soak, but not both.
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