Then I'll do some writing here:
Except, hang on. That stool looks kinda uncomfortable. And we'll go ahead and swap out that bottle and the unappetizing-looking bread for a big mug of coffee and a cinnamon scone. And get a cuter lamp. And one of my old-fashioned typewriters would look perfect there, but my novel's progress would dwindle to about three words per day. Better add the laptop instead.
The fact that the company who makes these lovely prefab buildings is located in the UK in a town called Thrapston, or that Virginia's tool shed costs nearly 10,000 GBP (which is probably a gazillion dollars) does not diminish my love for this house.
Nor does the fact that we already have a charming, one-of-a-kind, spider-infested treehouse built by our home's previous crafty and child-having owners.
Still...this makes me reconsider that treehouse. Currently my author's retreat is the recliner. So anything, really, would be a step up.