I am seriously considering buying a railway carriage dumping it my yard and moving in to it! Why....ah well apart from being middle-aged and increasingly grumpy I am washing 2 metres of purple fabric. Fabric which yesterday was freshly washed and pressed ready to use, then my husband gets home with some shopping dumps the bags, with the leaking pack of raw chicken on top of said fabric! I didn't see it happen...but when I walked past the chest on which I had the fabric stacked I asked what the giant wet patches were..."Oh that would be where I put the bag with the leaky pack of chicken" says he! AAAAARGH!