In the Way
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In any house, there’s always something that’s always in the way. My guitar ended up here in this corner, by default, the last time I rearranged my lounge. And it’s either in the way of the beams of remote controls aimed at things in the TV cabinet, or it’s in the way of me getting things out of the Big Alcove of Junk. I will have to have a good think about rearranging things again so it lives somewhere more sensible.