That's kind of funny - I'm just relieved when I visit someone with more clutter than the amount in my own home. You'd definitely hate my rooms and wow, you'd hate to be in some of the places I've been to; at least I don't have cobwebs and half an inch of dust all over
Btw, none of my furniture matches. I think the only piece of furniture I currently own and have bought myself is a cupboard I hate, purchased some years back while I lived in the other end of the country and needed something cheap and quick. The rest of my furniture comes from friends and family not needing it (luckily, it all goes pretty well together) It's funny, though, that despite the unruliness of my home, the mismatched furniture, the botched paintwork and drafty windows, people seem to linger in my home, not wanting to leave.
He must have either mentioned it in one of his posts or my weird mind connected the dots.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers
I would be embarrassed to keep friends who complain that my house isn't up to their personal standards. Especially when my hospitality has been graciously extended and accepted by these friends.
I don't want to go to his house in the first place. He forces me, and its annoying. I feel claustrophobic in there and his wife is a poor cook. Who serves chutney with fish? and is small plates too. Its like they want you to eat less food or something. So they bring out little small plates. And they also eat serials they eat serials thats not food thats baby stuff. And his wife doesn't make the chapatis round either, they are normally out of proportion. They don't even iron their underwear.