A Room of My Own

I write in the cellar, which also doubles as a dining room.  I also share it with the washing and the hoover.  Here is the view this afternoon as I finish off chapter 11.  Of particular note is the ubiquitous diet coke can, and my cat in a warm spot by the radiator.  The cat also likes to walk on the keyboard at crucial moments and to stick its nose into buttered toast.