Mrs Magooty. That's an interesting name. Here's a story about it. When I was little, my Granny and Grandpa lived in my house. On the bottom floor, they had their own living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. Out on the patio was my Grandpa's studio. It was actually a falling-to-bits portacabin, but he insisted all should refer to it as his studio. It was in here he painted and made beautiful frames for his exquisite watercolours. In a small corner, he had put together