When I removed her from the box however, it became apparent that she wasn't in great shape. Her covers were torn and stained and the mechanics and panels were all wonky. Overall she was feeling pretty sorry for herself. J sheepishly admitted that when he and his brothers and cousins played in the loft as children, she had taken quite a battering!! "You're not kidding" I thought! Poor old girl....
Luckily, she has a happy ending! You can read more on my blog