I have a persistent problem.
It's something to do with orange.
I don't consciously like the colour, but every time I turn around, it's there.
I'm quite proud to admit that I was 35 before I owned a saucepan.
Perhaps that's why furnishing my house has been so tricky.
After much consideration, I bought a couch and armchairs, a sideboard and a large table.
All orange.
I put a bowl of fruit on the table to decorate it.
Persimmons.
I went to Sydney to escape the orange overload.
I walked through Bondi.
This is what I saw.
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