Edie's table

It's not her anniversary or anything, but every once in a while I look at Edie's table and I'm so pleased that I had a place where I could use it. I remember her pleasure at recounting how she'd had the table made specially to match her sideboard. None of us could take the sideboard and I was upset when it looked as though we couldn't take the table either, but then I remembered the tatty old sort of table put together out of plywood that I used as a desk in my shed, and Edie's table was just a perfect replacement. Now she's in my shed with me.