are the bane of my life.
They are everywhere in my house.
There is a great division between those who think it is important to tidy up piles
and those who just look at them.
I am afraid I look at piles and wonder what it is in them.
Here are a few in my house.
We start outside Molly's room and wonder what these are.
We proceed to the Bratz cache,
before going to our living room where the piano is unrecognisable because of all the piles,
finally we get to my study where there is a long stretchy pile reflecting the struggle I am having doing this project
and a nice flippy pile reflecting the fact that tomorrow morning I start work writing about this project.
But I think I am still a messy thinker.
Here is one solution.