It’s been some time since I walked into a house where everything was covered in plastic, so, visiting a family friend the other day threw me right back to my childhood.
The carpet entering the front door had that central studded plastic runner that would keep the center strip clean and the carpet around the edges darken with age. I remember my parents putting this in our house and it was awful to walk on. We would walk on the edges to avoid the plastic so that we could feel the soft carpet under our feet.
Sitting in the front room I couldn’t help but look for the remote controls. Sure enough, they were covered in plastic. So were the backs and arm rests of the sofa. Funnily, I didn’t fancy putting my hands on the armrests. I am comforted in my thought that fabric absorbs sweaty palms whereas as plastic……
Our tour of the house took us to the plastic “chambre” that reminded me of my parents bedroom in the 70 and 80s. I was half expecting the toilet seat to have plastic on it, but this was a step too far even for them.
There was something quite charming about the plastic house with its cherished valuable goods covered in plastic to keep it as new for as long as possible. Don’t we all do the same? I have a cover for my mobile phone, netbook, Kindle and would for an Ipad if I had one!
Bunty
