Carol and Ned had just finished with their new bedroom, and the next morning Carol took up little Edward for a cuddle while his two sisters still slept, giving their parents a rest that Saturday morning. She surveyed the room happily, remembering the times spent in Riverview. A lot of the furniture in their old place had been sold in the sale, but the two chairs that were at the side of the room, with the two box drawers were things that they just couldn't let go of. The barbie doll kit that Carol had been given as a child and Carol's knitting rested on top, and various bits and pieces were stored neatly inside the boxes. Hanging above the two chairs were a shelf and the welcome sign that had been outside their house in Riverview.
In the alcove next to the doors to the hallway and the ensuite bathroom were individual chests of drawers, little knick knacks on top, a couple of small paintings above each one.
The two of them had found lovely bedside tables, either side of their bed, with Carol's spare teeth on the shelf, and Ned's pills for his hayfever were next to his water, his earplugs on his shelf (Carol snores like a pig according to him, and he's not deaf so can't block it out!). Hanging above the two bedside tables were a couple of victorian style sillhouettes of children's heads, Ned and his sister were the original models, but his sister died when she was a child, so Ned kept them both. There was also a couple of hearts above Carol's bedside, while a painting of the River Simoman hung above Ned's bedside table.
The view from Carol's side of the bed looked out to the bay, she liked waking up to the sight of the sparkling waters of the ocean. At the end of the bed was a table which had a pile of books on it, as well as a breakfast tray that Ned had brought up earlier that morning, as well as their old wireless, and a bowl of apples. On the wall at the end of the bed hung a collection of china plates, a few paintings, and an antique clock, as well as the old TV that was mounted on the wall.
Carol smiled to herself, crooning to the sleepy toddler in her arms, and listened to her husband as he pottered about in the bathroom. It sounded like he was brushing his teeth, so was probably getting ready to go potter in the garden. They had found some lovely old fashioned fixtures, including a porcelain bathtub, and a couple of victorian style bathroom cabinets, which they had painted white to suit an english country cottage more.
And finally, an overview of the two rooms: