There wasn’t a lot of useful stuff left in the house when we bought it in 2006 but this chair we both liked and so it was saved from the dump.
As it sits in the corner of the Red Room it always reminds me of a Van Gogh painting, I was never sure which.

On Clive’s last trip out in Spring he brought out (almost) the last of our books which as yet have no home here so they have stayed in their boxes.
Every so often I go through one and all the contents manage to surprise me, I had forgotten so many of them.

I found a little book of Van Gogh paintings, it must have been bought hundreds of years ago because the price was 4 shillings , and there I found the painting of the chair.

Somehow I think Van Gogh’s picture is a little nicer.