It’s possible that I sometimes, occasionally, rarely (hardly ever, really) complain that I don’t have an office.
And it’s possible that I complain (fairly regularly, I admit) our bed frame dates from Min’s university days. It shifts around so much when I’m falling asleep, I have to pretend that I’m on a boat.
Min announced last week that he’s found a solution for both of these problems, in the IKEA brochure:
Not only can we sleep on top and work underneath… think how jealous the kids will be!
(Just to be clear, this will not be happening.)