When we arrived at the house to collect them Dan went in on his own then came back to call me in. As soon as I walked into the house I knew something odd was about to happen. As I looked around it dawned on me where we were.
The fabric sellers are two of my old art college tutors.
I was 18 at the time and in all honesty
It was also quite funny that they'd hung one of the panels on their own wall and decided they quite liked it there. In the end I had to phone Father to come to collect the panels and take them to his house. So we had to hang around for another 45 minutes until he showed up, rolling his eyes and giggling at me. Can you imagine being 41 years old, sitting in the home of your teacher and having to have your dad come round to bail you out?
Dan thought my discomfort was hilarious.