Office . . .

It has to be a Saturday when I decide to rearrange my office, and find that the way it was was that way because it’s the only way that works . . .
 
I did, after several combinations,  finally manage to get the printer moved out of the corner to by the door, but I’m not sure if it will work long term.
 
At extra are a couple of silly sparrows that think that the pistol target is a good place to sit, and a compulsory ‘moon shot’ just to join the club.