Every day, I am reminded that I wish I had a bigger hallway. I take my dog Blossom out for a walk three times a day, as she will attest (if she could talk), the hallway is not big enough for both of us.
Blossom will be itching to go, spinning in excitement by the front door, which is exactly where I put my coat and shoes, and it's a daily dance between Blossom and I to get ready for walkies in the cramped space. Something similar happens whenever I have my food shopping or a parcel delivered, where I'll usually have to tuck the deliveries into the living room door way to be able to move enough to close the front door.
