I finally got my rocking chair back today. For the last two weeks it has had a starring role in an amateur dramatics production as the centrepiece of a Scottish miner’s kitchen during World War One. Tears have been shed, engagements have been announced, deaths have been mourned – it must be a little disappointed to be back in my modern and largely unexciting living room.

Next year I believe it will be starring in the Usher Hall…


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