In my mother's house, the house where I was born and grew up. Much has changed. In my mind's eye, I can still see the narrow patterned second-hand stair carpet, dark green background: after some years Dad re-laid it the other way round so the risers became the treads and vice versa.
This b/w conversion hi-lights the wear pattern on the stairs, I've noticed my Mum goes up and down stairs an awful lot.
When is a dining room not a dining room...? When no-one eats in there. Long story.
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