Grey Daze!
Paul sat on the rented teal sofa and smoothed out the vacant velveteen cushion adjacent to him. He looked across to the grey bucket chair that had never once featured in his grey matter as part of his bucket list, and sighed. The offensive four legged creature sat glaring at him from the opposite corner of the lounge in the most austere fashion. Even with the faux seventies cushion Paul had pretentiously thrown in to break the psychiatric waiting room look, the seat still appeared disapproving . Daring him to explain why he had rented her instead of purchasing her outright. Hadn’t he worked hard enough? Hadn’t he saved his pennies? I’ve actually done both of those Paul heard himself explaining, astonished he was fashioning hard talk with a soft furnishing. He had no idea why he, or his partner, should be renting furniture which was bullying them. Even the temporary sideboard had sidled up with a condescending attitude of don’t touch me – all highly veneered and marble topped! Unfortunately the topping had been cracked on delivery. Paul had fortunately noticed the damage and so at least there was a discount. There really was absolutely no need for the cabinet to be so uppity – it was after all a second, and due for a re-shuffle. Still – Paul sat unsettled on the rented settee. And mused, whilst muse-less. The houseplants, thank God, were borrowed. As […]