He looked around in disbelief.
How could anybody, he wondered, set about quite deliberately decorating in this ghastly manner? His surroundings where hideous. Somehow there seemed to be a bloody minded belligerence behind the décor.
He couldn’t understand how these people could surround themselves with such a bizarre mixture of mismatched shapes and techno coloured trash.
There was no middle ground with what he saw. These people either had some top interior designer flown in from somewhere in Europe and given him carte blanche, or they had allowed some drugged up, ‘know it all’ art student into their home.
The horror of the setting engendered an atmosphere verging on pure evil and an ambience, the like of which would be more at home in a lunatic asylum.
It was all so vulgar and tasteless.
For him, even the colour of the door brought about a bilious feeling. He couldn’t wait to get out.
But, there again, this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t asked to use their toilet.
