Ornaments sit on pine furniture and my bed is covered in a silver and purple duvet. A small unit is home to a pile of CDs and DVDs that have been dumped untidily in the corner. The cat sits comfortably in the middle of my duvet, warm and content until he is rudely heaved off. Boxes stuffed full of old school work are tucked under my bed, all six years of my schooling reduced to two boxes. My unit holds old photographs from times I hardly remember and do not wish to have on show.