It’s big. It’s white. It’s not an elephant.
The Games Room is rendered, painted and completed. The argument goes on, however, over the question of when a games room becomes an indoor sports arena, and when a sports arena becomes a sports stadium. According to Dave, it’s something to do with the amount of seating. Although quite how an old church pew and a rattan chair constitutes arena seating is unclear.
The signs are up too. Caps doffed to Squaddie Dad, sign maker extraordinaire. Check out the ghostly figures in the window! Maybe our Games Room is haunted. Is that a selling point? We should start advertising in Mediums Weekly.
I’ve decided that my “dinky” market stall is actually a gateway to another world. Like the Stargate or CS Lewis’ wardrobe.
Except instead of going through to alien worlds or Narnia, you find yourself in a magical land where there are no slugs, the weather is a perfect balance of sunshine and showers, and every fruit and vegetable known to man (and maybe a few unknowns) grows full, ripe and disease free without the need of seeding, feeding or weeding. Meanwhile, back in the real world the sweetcorn is dying and the watercress has been eaten by ducks.