The dream has always for an armchair to sit and read in. It's been like that for a long time. I'm not saying that I'd always read in it, I might dump my clothes and handbag on it, or pile up unread magazines next to it, or throw a bit of sheepskin over it. But the possibility of taking time out, closing the doors, and spending a whole day reading would be there. That's why it's the dream.
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