tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37400848.post-33665465971321429062007-09-29T15:24:00.000+01:002007-09-29T15:24:00.000+01:00I have a tiny office and no-one else can fit into it, so the mess is all my own. For years I did all my typing and bookkeeping in the lounge, or should that be living room, I never know. Eventually, we built a utility room on the end of the house, moved the boiler (next to the kitchen) into it, had a new kitchen, moved a wall, (to make the loo next door larger) knocked down a porch, rebuilt it with an additional loo, removed the existing extra loo, and lo and behold - my office. (But it took about three years.)<BR/><BR/>PS Your husband sounds like mine; he always walks away if I shout.Jackie Lubenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04865586154414594682noreply@blogger.com