A Room of One’s Own (but maybe not in Lisburn)

I was having a coffee on Bridge St. Lisburn yesterday morning when who should pop in for a 80p filter coffee than Virginia Woolf.
She sat down and started staring at the art on the wall, paintings of local attractions such as Dobbies, Co-op and Glasgow’s carpets.
Virginia looked distracted, like she wanted to be somewhere else, like she was dreaming of a room of her own.

Perhaps a room with a painting of Jeffer’s bakery on it…