It's a tricky one, I am thinking. We have recently more-or-less completed an overhaul of the surgery interior. Uncomfortably close to Magnolia in places perhaps, but at least we have moved away from the palette provided by our mother ship, the local NHS hospital.
‘Well, me catheter started leakin' …’ starts off the rather unhappy old gent in the stackable chair facing me.
Gone are rooms of Bile Green, Jaundice Yellow, and Cyanosis Blue. It all looks rather more emollient now, albeit not quite Conran still. Perhaps that is because we retain some of the furniture from Viking Direct.
‘… so me son got some plastic bags to put on me armchair to stop it all sinkin' in too much …’ he continues, determinedly using up more than a fair allocation of time for his opening gambit.
True, we still have vertical …