The desk I still remember when my father took the large desk for an overhaul He wasn’t happy about the work they’d done on it! I didn’t realise at the time, what was wrong with it It looked fine It sat in the dining room for years I still remember coming down the stairs (from my bedroom) In the middle of the night To find him pounding on his computer (I’m not sure it was called a computer then) He seemed to work all hours this man Why couldn’t come out and play football? Later when I thought...