barrow/enfurnish

As only three normal-sized people can fit in Nicky's car when the wingpiglet-holder is in place and her parents needed dumping at the bus station I got to walk from the house to the furniture shop containing the target permanent furnitures required for room #1 to take the place of the rickety weenytable the former resident left in the loft on which the television sits (mostly unused) (along with the various things Nicky either needs within reach when sitting in her feeding-chair or which she deposits there after use) and to occupy the physical space if not perform the function of the wingpiglet's bum-cleaning table which will have to find somewhere else to live as it'll still be useful for a couple of months yet before his feet start dangling off the end. Purchasing a large, heavy and not particularly cheap (compared to the cheap and functional benchmarks of Straiton) item of furniture to support an item not currently in use seemed mildly extravagant but it can also be used to house various computer-related bits of wires and possibly even the various external hard drives which should encourage more regular backing-up and free up my large camera bag and the top-right shelf in the wardrobe on which my large camera bag currently sits, slightly protecting the external hard drives from knocks. The suitability for housing external hard drives will depend on whether the radio will also live on that item or if it'll be at the other end of the room on the sideboard. If there's a risk of the radio with its nasty magnetic speakers going anywhere near the television-holder then it'd be safer to leave the hard drives in the wardrobe but would mean that some of the space in the cabinet which would usually be filled with DVD players, electronic computer games consoles and television broadcast decoding/recording devices (Vermin finally popped round this morning to collect their unwanted pish-receiving tellybox (after lying about sending me a box to send it back to them in)) could be filled with my rubbish inherited amp which, whilst rubbish, can still persuade my rubbish inherited speakers to produce a better quality of sound than the little portable radio as it's important that the wingpiglet is exposed to hi-fidelity reproductions of musics from as early an age as possible.

That's if the speakers still work after living in the outside plastic shedlet for a year before moving. They were sealed inside binbags but might still have become inhabited by slugs or spiders which might attenuate the higher frequencies a little more than time already has.