The bathroom. The smallest room in the house but, arguably, the most important (although there's no argument when I stagger back home after consuming several pints of foaming ale of an evening and my bladder is screaming for relief) However, it's a room that can be taken for granted. No one spends too long there - only through necessity and the need for a bath or shower.
I fancied some mirrored furniture - for our bathroom. I know, it's a sign of the times. There's something classy about the cabinet (pictured above) The only downside is I see my ugly mug in it every day and, therefore, a reminder of my advancing years.
Sometimes I feel my age - particularly when returning home from Hearts games this season - and the strain and pressures of work and recent family events appear to be taking their toll. When I read the other day that well-known trade union leader Bob Crowe died suddenly of a heart attack at just 52, it made me think. I turned 52 three weeks ago and last week marked 17 years since my father died suddenly in similar circumstances at just 58.
Now, while I admired the bathroom cabinets I saw while surfing the net the other day, what would really impress me if there was one which reflected back an image of George Clooney when I looked at it.
Sadly, miracles don't happen in my life...
