It's my safe space, a place I retreat to with Bilbo Black Cat to write in. I've had it for about seven years now, use it pretty much every day, and have published three novels from its confines. It's insulated, has mains electricity, an electric fire, internet, computer, television, record and CD player, iPod and books, can seat two at a squeeze, and is pretty much a collection of oddments and weird inside. I decoupaged the roof with words from 'Once' and images of the 20th century, and there's my grandad's rocking chair for comfort. Tatty, scruffy, spiders in corners, but I love it.