Hang a left and you’re in the room that should be a reading room but is still very much a play room. Or rather… a room where the kids keep a lot of their crap. Some in bins, and some not. We are a work in progress are we not? Maybe I should change it to the Santa room? Because this is where they all go… a Santa for every Christmas we’ve been married which, incidentally, Matt didn’t know I did. Here they reside….
