Two small bedrooms.

A single bed in each room. And old. Beautifully carved. Decorated. Grown?

No double-bed. Looks like there never was.

I’d always thought they were husband and wife. Perhaps they were brother and sister instead? Would explain their relationship a bit better.

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Yep, Uncle George in the first room, Aunt Kat in the second. That’s what I remember, and that’s what the wardrobes say, for sure.

Nothing much up here, really. The beds, the bedding, the clothes, shoes and stuff. A few clothes that are more modern, like the boiler-suits and Army-surplus overalls Aunt Kat used to wear around the farm, but most of the others look like they’re straight out of the 19th century. Some theatre-group is going to love that lot as a present.

And they’re in good condition, too. Surprisingly so. No smell of mothballs, though, so they must have done something else to keep them that way. No idea what.