I guess my patchwork room is my version of a man cave, or is a man cave a version of my patchwork room??
Dunno, but let say last week was "challenging" travel disruption every single day, unwelcome blasts from the pasts. Just a shed load of *stuff* which left me tired ratty and discombobulated.
Soooooo I did what I always do and retired to the patchwork room for a weekend of sewing and drinking tequila.
Friday night? Spent listening to Germaine Greer slam dunking Tories on any questions, I love that woman.