My house was built in 1890, typical Victorian terrace which goes up three floors, a sod when you forget what you went up there for and have to come all the way down again. I am sitting in my dining room and the wall facing me is all book shelves which spill over onto the floor. The wall behind me is covered with photo's of kids, friends, family etc.
The table is covered with the usual clutter descibed by most all other posters, and the walls have bits and pieces of african carvings, sconces for candles and such instruments as occasionally get put out of the cats reach. There are also;two guitars, a bodrhan, other assorted noise makers and a mandolin, tapes and c.ds in any place left over.
Oh yes and cats..two, myopic, mad and with a fixation for sitting on the keyboard...but only when I want to use it.I definitely see a theme emerging here:)