Calling all Corporate Lawyers and/or Interior Decorators

I gotta hit the books, Readers!

Last night I casually, and then alarmingly, flicked through my Corporate Law study guide and Corporate Law text book.

None of you mentioned it was a difficult area of the Law!

Further, some of you failed to point out there'd be words I wouldn't understand, and concepts which would fall squarely in the esoteric.

I was hoping it'd be akin to this ...

Or this ...

No. The 1633 pages of the textbook are wafer-thin. Like the Bible. And filled with non-biblical words like "shares" and "regulations" and "directors" and "floating charges".

So, if any of you have also failed to highlight the fact that you're a corporate lawyer, I'd appreciate your speaking up about now before things start getting seriously complicated for us here at the MC hacienda.

I have other issues of concern - especially with my placement of the orange Bitossi.

It's as if the colour has thrown me!

I've moved a table from near the front door to upstairs ... but I'm not happy with the table ... it's too colonial for my liking. But it'll have to do.

So this became the front entrance. It's a bit bare. I just can't seem to get it right. I think I'll have to pair the chair with a hardy, but 'welcoming', plant.

I thought I'd mix-it-up upstairs with a bit of Fisher Price ... there's an orange-tinge in the Sesame Street apartment block. You'll notice the tangerine cat's not there.

When Emo Child 1 initially saw it, she said she wanted it. And then when I said, 'Here you go, darling daughter" ... she said, "No. I don't want it". And she shut her door. That's so Emo.

So, I put the cat on these shelves .... but then this morning I noticed the shelves were cat-less. I ventured cautiously into Child 1's bedroom and I found it here. 

 Child 1's not that Emo ... she's stealthy, but how many Emos have fairies? I think she's pseudo-Emo.

Now, I'm in an interior decorating dilemma! A quandary! A conundrum! I'm flummoxed and bamboozled. The orange things didn't look great on the now-upstairs colonial entrance table.

I thought about arranging them here somehow ...

But I think it's too blue and teak.

I tried another space ...

But it looked bare - like the front entrance now looks.

So I positioned a few prints about ...

And then I moved the lamp. I think the interior decorating mathematicians say items should be grouped in threes. It's not working for me.

Then I carried the table back downstairs ... and cleaned it up a bit. I still haven't any plants.

The washing machine is no closer to being fixed. 

Here it is with some washing I put in it, in the hope it might recall its sole earthly purpose. It hasn't cottoned-on yet ... and the repairman doesn't get here until Wednesday.

Noodle insinuated he'd keep an eye out for him ... his old doggedness senses my agitation.