'Let's make a tent.' We decided. Like the dens we made as kids with clothes horses and warm towels from the airing cupboard, only this one can take up most of our living room and stay there as long as we want. It can have fairy lights, a canopy strewn with dangling stars, pink roses in a blue jug, easy access to books and an old, battered ammo chest with a sweet buffet in pretty jars on top. We kept the tent to ourselves for a few hours until some of our friends came over to chat, eat chunky chipshop chips and watch old horror films. It turned out they were pretty keen on the tent too and we all stayed up until the wee hours enjoying the surprising cosiness that comes of old bed sheets pinned to beams and bookcases.
