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When I was young, I shared a bedroom with my sister and the day we took delivery of our brand new bunk beds is one I will never forget.   My sister, who is older than me, took it upon herself to dive on the top bunk and plonk her teddies and pyjama bag on the pillow, within microseconds of the last nut and bolt being fastened. She said nothing, apart from “yippeeeeee” that is, reinforcing my belief that it is always the older sibling’s ‘right’ to bag the top bunk. Sometimes words are simply not required to drive your message home. Sigh.   I was a little miffed but in all honesty ex..

Sharing a bedroom can be frantic and fun in equal measure. I remember it well being the younger - and somewhat tidier (not-that-I-go-on-about-it) - of the sisters during my childhood years.   We laughed, we argued, we drew imaginary lines across the floor to mark our territory. Then everything changed when we took delivery of our shiny new bunk beds.     Jack and Jill Bunk Bed   Suddenly, we had more space in our respective ‘territories’ and (very occasionally) even managed to share the floor when we needed another player in our individual games.   I was lumbered..