To the left I have a piano,well, a step or two away, and to the right a sofa.
Between the sofa and my chair (they are at right angles) there is:
my handbag
a wastepaper bin
a pile of Daily Mail 'blank-out' crosswords that my dear (ex) in-laws put by for me each week, all partly done, waiting for inspiration to strike on that one word that will not come to me at the moment
a curio cabinet full of years of memories (nik-naks) and photos, with big photos of my Mum and Dad, my DS's and DGC on top.
In front of me is my Mums old folding table, on which sits my laptop, my cuppa (nearly finished, time for a top-up), my mobile, TV remote, packet of tissues, ashtray and ciggies.
Behind my chair is a bookcase with DVDs, videos of my childhood, lovingly transferred from cine film by my Dad before he died, plus videos and DVDs of my children and grandchildren.
To be honest, I am perfectly surrounded by all the things that matter the most to me in some form or other. The walls have pictures painted by my Mum, and family photos. There's a digital photo frame on top of the piano which has 80 odd photos on a loop of family near and far, and big photos of the DGC look down from the top of the TV cabinet.
Love sitting here relaxing after a long week at work, and just looking around at all the things and people I hold dear 
Suggestions for a strong but pet friendly weed killer please.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.


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