As we move toward power-up I repurpose the IKEA dining-table with a remaindered door from the lumber-yard that makes the perfect work-bench. With a rubber-foot at each juncture it can be substituted in a trice, so that at one moment you can be building maritime drones, the next hosting dignitaries for a fish and chip supper.
I view it as doing my bit for war-time Britain, though MI6 have warned me it marks me out as a natural target and that I may get home one day to find that my knob's been Novichok'd... which honestly is something I normally have to pay for.
