Barretts Net

Last summer I with a friend to see house in monument. He and his very recent older boyfriend, were house sitting it for some friends of his who has gone on holiday.

It was so white and minimal and expensive looking inside that I automatically felt like my presence had soiled it. I did not fit in there with the white leather sofa's and the changing moods of the coloured wall mounted GU10 LED Light Bulbs, I was a scratch and sniff, minimum wage urchin, vandalizing the palace with my proletarian stench.

Sometimes I wonder why rich people buy nice houses if they never spend any time in them. Because in my experience people who have lots of money, never stop working to enjoy it. Perhaps they need to show off to their friends about how much they have. But I don't know anyone who lives like that, who earns that much money. And if their friends are also rich, then surely they wouldn't have been as impressed as penniless underachiever like me.

Still, I'd prefer to have very little, and everything be to my taste, than to live in a souless blanc cube. Even if it did smell clean.