Saturday, 19 February 2011

Picture Book Marathon: Day Nineteen

A sequel to 'Breakfast Forts'. Bunk beds as castles. Sofas as caravans. The wardrobe as a cave.

I feel sorry for kids who didn't have bunk beds growing up. We used to play a game called 'Wine Cellar' in ours. I haven't the foggiest about how it worked. Also, the dressing-gown cord tied from the bed to the door is essential. Again, I don't know why, but it was. The duvet hanging down was also essential, but I always understood that one.
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  1. Darley19 February 2011 at 10:27

    I had bunk beds, and from the top bunk you could climb into a recess where the window was...once appropriately filled with pillows and toys...was my SPACESHIP!

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