On the evening my son was
born I returned home from hospital and constructed, to support his carrycot, a
wooden stand, and in the intervening nineteen years the item has been
successively adapted to be a TV/video unit in the snug, a printer stand in the
study, a drinks table in the garden and latterly a shelf unit in the barn;
today it made another comeback, as part of my wife’s furniture painting craze,
as a multi-coloured sideboard in the utility room to hold clean clothes
awaiting ironing (it is built to carry such substantial weight) and other
laundry related items.
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