after we had had
the kitchen done
the plaster on the
walls
took several days to
dry
turning slowly in
patches
from muscovado to
soft brown
to a light coffee
stucco
the slightly
less than competent
plasterer
had left
small arcing ridges
as he smoothed his
float
over the silky surface
they crossed
they interrupted each
other
after the plaster
was dry
there was only one
real decision to make
so we sought out
colour charts
from do-it-yourself shops
such as Homebase
B and Q
there were many
Crown
Berger
Dulux
we would choose a
colour to wrap ourselves in together
Heritage
we would choose a
colour to swamp our lives
a verdant sage green
perhaps
we would choose a
colour to heighten our ecstasy
a vermillion
a burnt orange
sexy hot pink was
however not available
in the Kitchen & Bathroom Range
too steamy
should we matchpot?
we considered tiles
thick and small
deep blues, buffs
and siennas
terracottas and tomato
tartines
offering the rustic
charm of
an Italian farmhouse kitchen
spattered with pasta
sauce
and yet the decision
could not be made
there was tension
in the new kitchen
we crossed
we interrupted each other
which remained
undecorated
for ten years
taking on the aspect of
a Sheffield terrace offshot
spattered with pasta sauce
until the prospect
of
a French exchange
student
called Sandrine
staying chez nous
for eight days
finally
drove us to
off-white
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