At my dad’s: white walls, brown carpets covered with very old tapestry rugs, french window and heavy full length red velvet curtains. Open fire built my my dad. Late Victorian antique furniture and oil paintings in ornate guilt frames. Comfy three piece suite with cream loose covers. One whole wall lined floor to ceiling with books. 20 inch colour tv on wheels, no video player. Phone attached to the wall in the hall with a telephone table and Yellow Pages and the phone book. Turquoise bathroom suite, no shower.
Mum on the other hand, had discovered Ikea in Purley Way Croydon. So grey carpets, cream walls, modern art, white Billy bookcases, sofa that looked stylish but was seriously uncomfortable, roller blinds. 14 inch telly hidden away and only moved into the living room if there was something worth watching on. Apparently, Eastenders did not cut the mustard!
My dad’s house was much comfier!