A New Political Party..

When Karen decides to redecorate our house, this has the same drastic effect as a new political party coming to power. Nothing escapes the new colour scheme. Over the years I have had to get used to a new colour toothbrush every time the bathroom is given a facelift. As for my underpants, despite my vehement protests and tearful pleas, I am forcefully invited to accept the new colours.

Once the decorating is over, I have to get used to the new pillow arrangement on our bed. I had just about cracked the code for the last one.
Every afternoon after my short siesta, I carefully unfold the blueprint and follow precise instructions to carefully replace the dozen or so pillows back to their rightful position. The large square one at the top, resting at just 45o against the headboard, then the next one and the next one finishing off the display with the tiny one which, thanks to a bit of sentimental value, has survived several upheavals. This exercise usually takes as long as the siesta itself although not as relaxing.
One of these days, in a very controlled rage, I might simply open the bedroom window and perform a bout of freelance cushion scattering on the front lawn.