Our previous house was a nigh on two hundred year old former rectory, it was a big old place, opposite the kitchen, across a corridor, was my office. With both doors open, the kitchen and office, you could see one of my computer workstations from the kitchen, one day when my wife was dressing our two year old daughter at the kitchen table she pointed to the seat at the workstation and said 'mummy who is that man sat in daddy's chair, I don't like him', the Missus picked up our little girl and ****ed off out sharpish
