Saturday February 23, 2008
I got into trouble several times yesterday and it took me ages to work out why and what to do about it.
See, each time Graham does something clever in the house doctoring project he calls me to have a look and pass judgement. That ‘judgement’ is of course a figure of speech. If he asked me to approve I could do that but judgement is a serious matter to me still, no matter how woolly my mind is become.
“You don’t like it,” he huffs.
“You shouldn’t ask me questions like that unless you tell me the appropriate answer in advance. I’m always happy to oblige if I know what I’m supposed to say.”
“Don’t get clever with me. Go and make some tea, why don’t you?”
And off I toddle, only slightly bruised, striving mightily to find a way out of this tender trap.
“I know what it is,” I announced as I brought another cup of tea to the slightly frazzled worker.
“What, then?”
“Everything we’re doing to this place in order to sell it, no matter how clever, is making it more and more the kind of house I really don’t like much.”
“Too smooth?”
“Yup.”
“Too bland?”
“Yup.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I’m aiming for. Don’t worry, we’ll do the Anna Madrigal bit in the next place.”
“Thoroughly pleased to hear it.”
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