As I walked in the front room my mind whirled back forty years. Can it be so long since I had stood in this room? Nothing had changed. The same carpet on the floor; the same old-fashioned sofa set in front of a telly hidden in a cabinet and that damn awful lava lamp set on top. Aunt Matilda never did have taste or a sense of style.
The dust of time had settled peacefully on the sideboard which was a gramophone and radio; once the height of technology now surpassed by iPods and cell phones. It all looked frightfully old and dated like a dinosaur out of time.
The last time I stood here I had been a teenager about to start my own life. Aunt Matilda had summoned me so she could present me with five pounds, her gift for my future as I came of age, As I remembered I felt guilty for my silent thoughts at that time; judging her surroundings and realising these were things she had chosen for her home just as I had chosen stuff for mine.
Oddly my own living room is similar as it expresses my love of all things retro. However I still hate bloody lava lamps.
© JG Farmer 2015