BFF thinks the last post was entirely me wishing I could be messy. And he might be right. For one thing, my library would have colour-coded bookshelves and carefully arranged collages of all those useful tidbits I gather. Oh, and I just decided, it would also have this couch. Because it's mad. And ginormous bookish rooms should imply a healthy dose of bourgeois eccentricity. Especially for those of us who cannot be messy. From Watts of Westminster.