Nutmeg
Whilst sitting in the waiting room of my orthodontist I notice how bad the carpet and seating design is. The awful cream of the carpet layered with mud and grime from the continuous stampede of feet contrasts dreadfully with the tacky faded orange seats (with very uncomfortable foam cushions). The other so-called seats (more like padded coffee tables) are grey and green. To top that off, the crappy 80's music radiating out of a minuscule, thankfully, radio. Probably heart FM. Nice lighting though. And an open view out of the bay windows of the grimy street with the thrum of cars partly drowning out the dreadful music. There seems to be a residual theme of cream, with splashes of grey here and there. The smell doesn't quite help either. Like a hospital but more plasticky. It only gets worse once I leave the waiting room and enter the surgery.
Today my heart almost stopped beating when I thought my new vinyl had a long white scratch on it. A white curve shone out from the black base of the Arctic Monkeys album, after being played on repeat at least fifty times. Luckily, I discovered the huge white line was but a cat hair, donated generously by my tabby cat Sybil (yes, Faulty Towers).
This traumatic event- as well as a bad cold- forced my decision to go to bed early. I end today's shorter blog with the fact that nutmeg is my favourite word today.