We've been busy today, reorganising the layout of my office, come small indoor workshop, come printer room - otherwise known as the log jammed small bedroom. Jammed into it was a door sized desk, come workbench, two small filing cabinets, along one wall, with a similar bench with three large lazer printers on it, shelves on the walls, a myriad of boxes of miscellaneous bits, and a sizable chunk of the room taken up by a half cupboard, over the stairs, plus my weather station Rpi receiver, relay to the Met Office.
We managed between us, to devise a way to stack the printers vertically, on a computer desk on wheels, move the desk/bench, filing cabinets all under the window, releasing lots of extra space.
Part way through, the dog came up, insisted on joining into the confusion, and simply wouldn't stay out of the room, despite there barely being room for us to manoeuvre and her knowing it was one of the rooms she was never welcome to be in. Rather too much attention, but we soon found out why - she found an hide chew, stashed away in a corner. She's not had any hide chews like them for quite a few years. Off she went with it, to her living room bed. What a memory she must have, to remember having stashed it away there.