...however I have just deconstructed the two foldy-uppy-outy-hangery clothes thingummys that have been in the kitchen for months, and discovered that the room is twice as big as I thought.
This matters because I spend a considerable amount of time dancing around it while cooking/washing up/undertaking kung fu laundry.
I pretend no one can see me through the window. Because then I would have been acting like a numpty for about a year. And that would make me a bit sad.
Don't ask about my London Bridge...