A tiny place for me to sit on a bench where no one can see me.
This is my office ;D
Why am I telling you this?
I think that one of the great things of an old home, is that it gets evolved with each new owner. Ours has changed a lot over the 60+ years it has been here, and now we get to make our mark - for better or worse!
Imagination has been killed, our opportunities limited.
This is something that saddens me a lot. People without an imagination, don't realise what they are missing.