I've started to jot down snatches of conversation overheard, mainly on public transport - 'Did you take your pills?', 'Will he notice me in this?'. (It was neon pink, whatever the garment was, I'm sure 'he' would notice, but whether it would detract or deter who can tell?) I have a whim to translate these sayings into a series of pieces depicting the different stages we go through as we 'grow up'.....
Do Something Nice for Your Landlord, Bernal Heights by Thomas Hawk
And yes, there was a time when we painted three walls of our first flat burnt orange, and the forth wall red ... ah well, we only have one red wall now that we're both 'pensioners'!