I've just come out of the daughter's bedroom.  Full of life.  Full of colour.  Full of character.  Isn't it funny that before you 'grow up', you spend so much time in your bedroom?  It is your escape.  Your cocoon.  Where you hang out.  With friends, with siblings and on your own.  Parents are allowed in to clean and have brief chats or talk in capital letters.  Then you grow up and your bedroom becomes somewhere you end your day in.   The only people that see it are the people that sleep in it and the children that come in to wake you from hard earned slumber. Given a choice,  I know whose bedroom I'd rather have.