I don't collect rubbish; it simply accumulates.
I have just noticed these few things that, over the past few weeks, have managed to become part of my everyday life. They look at me, and I look back at them. I leave them where they are for fear of upsetting some natural evolution of random objects.
They include a roll of that thin plastic stuff that plumbers use, a large metal washer (that arrived yesterday, thanks to Lady M), three elastic bands, a black plastic paper clip, a small metal washer, a wire tie that secured the battery recharger wire for my new camera, a ball of cheap string, a long thin screw, an ancient piece of green glazed pot from the garden, and a plant tag.
The only one of these that I actually use is the string; with which I tie my Tomato plants.
Also on the desk are my beret (not worn in Summer), two Bluetooth speakers, three cameras, a box of coloured felt-tip pens, my thesaurus, calculator, address book, and lots of used pages torn from my notebook.
I also have a large mug which contains all sorts of essentials, including four penknives, a pair of scissors, an online banking security number pad, a 2B pencil, a torch, and a miniature antique 'level'.
I almost forgot. There is also an unpleasant blue plastic fly swat. Essential in Summer.