Last week Dulcie and I spent an impromptu afternoon in our local library, by which I mean Dulcie dragged me in there while we were en route to another never-reached destination, so I honestly did not pre-plan this 1970s orange extravaganza!
I only wish Dulcie had been reading a more era-appropriate book when I took these pictures, something like Rosie's Walk, perhaps, with its autumnal hues. Would it be a step too far to Photoshop that into her hands?
And here's a standing shot, just to prove she does more than just lying around.
Can carpets achieve listed status? If so, I think the library carpet would be a definite candidate. I hope they never update it.
Talking of carpets... Did I ever mention the carpet in my hometown's nightclub? Really, I didn't? Not bad enough that a nightclub has a carpet at all, this carpet's pattern was made up of, er, ejaculating appendages spilling onto eagerly awaiting tongues. No, I kid you not. I wonder if it's still there. I'd campaign for that carpet to be listed too. I've certainly never seen another one like it! Mind you, I can't imagine it was bespoke, which means there is actually a company out there somewhere producing pornographic floor coverings...