A Place To Sit

Were it less gloom shrouded, this room could say a lot. About diabetes. About high blood pressure. About which apples did well this year. About which yarn was discounted. About how far the heater should be from the chair for an Englishman with no central heating and a concrete floor. About how many yards of fabric one can crochet in a cricket season. About how life can condense, if you let it, and drip across your floor in a scramble of Bob Dylan cassettes and books about etymology.