84 - Lemon Turd
This morning I finished painting the garden chairs black as directed by Dad. Most of the furniture in this house is black. It’s a minimalist aesthetic. In contrast, the living room floor has shiny white tiles - a skating rink for spider intruders.
Dad has stacks of Bisley cabinets. I’ve searched around online and Bisley seem to have the widest range of steel cabinets. For example, they do A3 size which is rare. Not at all cheap but long lasting and available in myriad colours. Their only fault being susceptibility to rust spots. They need a perfectly dry environment. I don’t think I’d trust them to store artwork, in case rust stained the paper.
Side note - why is the logo a figure with a rifle?
After the chair painting session Mum laid on some fresh coffee and accidentally offered me some ‘lemon turd’ instead of lemon curd. So it will always, and forevermore, be lemon turd pie. For more beautiful celebrations of verbal mishaps, check out an essay entitled leprechaun by the popular author David Sedaris. I think it’s published in a book called Barrel Fever, and you can hear him reading it currently ‘on demand’ on Radio 4.
