A sheet of brown paper appeared on the floor of our room. It lay in the corner, diagonally opposite our house.
With a view to it becoming our bedding, my twin, the unnamed one and I conveyed it as far as the blackboard, where it became stuck under the structure. It was at this point that I took it upon myself to see the job through and set about tearing the paper, piece by piece, to transport back to our bedroom.
Here I am in action....
