TPR took down all the pictures in the hall and replaced them with a single massive canvas. It was so big that it covered both the wall and the floor. Friends, art lovers, and the general public from all around came to view the work, taking up nearly all the space in our otherwise tidy house.
Before long we were in chaos. First my shoes, keys and laptop went missing. Then TPR and I started to lose track of time. Two Saturdays in a row we set off to the airport too late to catch flights to celebrate the 30th wedding anniversary of L and T in (a) Bristol and (b) Middlesbrough. On the first occasion we didn’t even bother to ring to apologise.
Dreamaticus 
Dead man chairs a game of classroom charades (Rousse)
Everyone was seated on rows of chairs in a classroom for the lunchtime game of charades. Those in the front row performed first. Then, as soon as someone in the audience made a correct guess, everyone moved forward a row and the next set of ‘actors’ took the ‘stage’.
Because I was ‘special’, I was not required to line up and wait my turn to entertain my colleagues. Instead I was matched with three others as soon as I entered the room. We had a quick discussion of Strangers in the night, then turned to the audience to perform our piece.
There was complete silence in the room as we mimed our way through the short scene. Rather than shout out multiple guesses throughout, only one person spoke, and he saved his comment until we finished. Happily, however, he came up with the right answer.
It was only when the chairman of the proceedings called for everyone to shift seats again was that I noticed MH was in charge. How could this be possible? Hadn’t he died in 2016?
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