A few days ago I decided that I’d had enough of sitting on the floor in the lounge as if I was a six year old child. There are times when a girl needs to cuddle up to her husband on a sofa in front of the telly and for six and a half years I haven’t been able to do that. It was time to move the sofa bed out of the spare room and into the lounge. It desperately needs me to make a beautiful throw for it but I have a proper lounge at last.
As a very happy coincidence (believe that and you’ll believe anything!) this meant that I needed to rearrange things between these two rooms. Surely the only solution was to make the spare room into my crafting room. Right?!
David, I’m sorry that I didn’t ask permission but I was afraid you wouldn’t let me. I promise I’ll keep both rooms much more tidy than I’ve managed before and you can shut the door on me when the noise of my sewing machine is annoying you!