![]() ![]() ![]() The room now looked like one of those discount furniture stores where millions of couches are squashed in together, so that you almost have to clamber over them like boulders along the seafront. ![]() The rest of the year, all familial leisure activities – television-watching, chocolate-eating, bickering – took place in the cramped converted garage, which went by the grand title of Television Room.īut when my bed was installed in the GFR there was nowhere for the other fixtures – tasselled couches, tasselled armchairs – to go. Make no mistake, this was a huge honour: under normal circumstances we were only let into this room at Christmas- time. ![]() When I’d arrived in Ireland eight weeks earlier, I couldn’t climb the stairs because of my dislocated kneecap, so my parents had moved a bed downstairs into the Good Front Room. She tried to march in briskly, like nurses she’d seen on hospital dramas, but there was so much furniture in the room that instead she had to wrestle her way towards me. Mum flung open the sitting-room door and announced, ‘Morning, Anna, time for your tablets.’ ![]()
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