For the last year or so I’d been using the loft as an office. However, it was getting problematic for a number of reasons: It was cold and silly to heat; It was a long way up those loft stairs in your socks; It was a long way away from the coffee machine. Most importantly of all, however, was that it had a lot of big spiders, and it was short for a 6′2″ person: I couldn’t stand up properly.
With me also recently starting piano lessons, I needed somewhere I could put the keyboard I’ve borrowed from Frances’ brother, and the loft just wasn’t going to cut it. So last year, we decided that I’d make use of the small third bedroom we have as an office. It was, I suppose, inevitable, given it’s a much better space, and has much better layouts for all my gear and desks. So this weekend we had a good rummage through the piles of boxes that had, until then, been living in the room making it largely unusable. We’ve thrown out a great deal, have filtered down a few last things. Enough so that I could dismantle my office up in the loft, and shift it downstairs into the room, where I am now.
It’s funny how much I just enjoy the sheer novelty of a new office setup/location. Perhaps it’s something my mother instilled in me with her (it felt) frequent re-arrangements of the sitting room. New year, new layout and a new favourite spot. Coming home from school to find it had rearranged was always strangely exciting for me. Some latent desire for things to be tidy, and different is there.
Of course, when we first broached the subject of using the room, I had thought we’d clear it right down to the plaster, and decorate it. But things were getting quite urgent, and I was living in the kitchen most of the time, so temporary measures were required, so here I am.
Best of all is the fact that it’s much quieter (I face the quiet street we’re on, whereas the loft’s windows faced the busier main road we’re just back from so got a bit more traffic noise), I’m assured it’s the ‘cosiest’ room in the house (always good).
Plus, of course, the coffee machine is just a flight of stairs and a kitchen lengths away. I can smell the coffee is ready now. Don’t mind me, whilst I go get my morning brew 
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