We have the television on a kneehole desk, and the DVD player etc are in the kneehole, on the floor. There's a ghastly tangle of cable behind, fortunately can't see them. The dust collects there and I daren't clean without DH there in case one of the cables gets moved and that way lies madness.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
Daughter says I should always be the one to visit





